Prompt: Which ridiculous trope is the one they wind up in? (Body swap, accidental marriage, act of true love, trapped in an elevator...sex pollen?)

I've done truth serum before, but I thought it would work best given the circumstances of the first part of this mini fic. Hopefully it worked as well as I thought it might.

"Are you sure it'll work," he asked as his grandmother filled a vile with a pinkish-red liquid that turned clear once she swirled it around for a moment.

"I did exactly what the book said. I might not have magic, but this is more like a science anyway," Mary Margaret replied, her focus solely on the liquid for another moment.

"Are you any good at science," Henry asked with a raised eyebrow.

Mary Margaret gave him an unamused look before she said, "You look way too much like your mother."

Henry proudly smiled and held his head high. "I think that's a good thing," he confessed.

Mary Margaret rolled her eyes with a smile before she shook her head and changed the subject. "Let's just get this to both your mothers and hope it does them some much needed good."

Henry smiled and nodded as the two of them made their way to the first, and hopefully easiest, target.

Emma sat in the Bug for a few minutes after she'd cut the engine. She sipped the rest of her water until the half-empty bottle was finally finished while she stared at Town Hall like it was the entrance to hell. After the argument she had with Regina on Wednesday when she brought Henry to the house with a nearly full stomach after Regina had spent the last few hours after a long day at work making lasagna specifically for him, Town Hall was hell. There was a mandatory, hour long meeting for all city officials that was about to happen, which she'd been dreading since the last meeting. She'd tried to get David to go in her place, but he'd insisted that, because she wanted to keep the title of Sheriff, she was responsible for attending. She almost gave the badge back and demoted herself, but being the boss there made her feel useful and good and needed. To be a deputy like her father meant she was second best to the prince of the townspeople. She was just their daughter, the Savior. Nothing more, nothing less.

She took a deep breath and finally got out of the car. Almost as soon as her foot hit the pavement, she felt a tingling sensation that caused her to sway for a moment. She frowned and her furrowed her brow before she straightened up and held still for a few seconds. She shook her head when the rush disappeared and didn't think too much about what had happened. She'd only had the one water bottle for the day. She was probably just dehydrated.

She was worried and angry about seeing Regina, which normally would have prompted her to slam the car door shut, but she was gentle with it that time. She didn't let her feelings control her actions; something she was sure would happen anyway as soon as she stepped into the conference room in a few minutes. She clenched and unclenched her fists at her sides as she approached the yellow building and slipped into a mask of calm and neutrality before she stepped inside.

The mask threatened to break the instant she saw Regina at the head of the room. She flipped through some notes, her attention drawn to the binder set out in front of her on the table, while others started to file into the room a few at a time. Emma barely noticed anyone else as they all talked to each other, exchanged hellos and caught up as they waited for the meeting to start. She took one of the seats closest to her and kept her eyes on Regina the entire time. She paid close attention to the dreamcatcher earrings the brunette wore with the stunning black dress that hugged every curve. It was simple yet elegant and could easily pass as both business attire and evening wear. The dress was one Regina hadn't worn in front of her before, but Emma vaguely remembered seeing it—or at least something like it—in the other woman's closet when she went in to grab a pair of heels for Regina before work.

Emma was speechless.

Regina's hair was a little longer then and less straight. It seemed the brunette wanted a more natural look and allowed her hair to curl in many places, but still looked tame. It reminded Emma of the way Regina looked in the morning after she'd spent the night sleeping on her wet hair caused by an evening shower, except her hair was a bit unruly in those moments. The truth was, her hair looked more natural and her skin seemed to glow with new life. All that was missing was a content smile on her face and a little less eye makeup and Emma would know she'd lost Regina forever.

As if the other woman had the ability to read thoughts, Regina looked up at her and the two of them met each other's gaze across the room. Emma's heart beat faster and her lips parted as her jaw slackened. Regina was as breathtaking as ever, even as her eyes gradually began to narrow with disdain or whatever acidic emotion Regina felt toward her in that moment. Once Regina pursed her lips and looked back down at the binder, Emma gulped and looked around the room at the people who surrounded her. She watched them quiet down and settle into their chairs as she heard Regina call the meeting to order and announce the first item on the docket.

As far as boring town business went, the meeting was as cut and dry as ever. Everyone stated their concerns and some offered help and suggestions for problems that needed to be addressed quickly. There were no glares or raised voices or disagreements. No personal matters were discussed and everyone seemed to finally learn how to stop themselves from staring too long and too hard at both Emma and Regina, especially when neither of them had been talking. The first two meetings after the breakup had been rough in that regard.

It had been the talk of the town how the Savior and former Evil Queen went from close friends to frigid enemies. None of them had known the extent of what had happened, but everyone knew something had changed. It was a small town. People talked and it was hard to escape prying eyes. Plus, their fight wasn't exactly quiet. When she and Regina fought, it was like shouting in a quiet, unmoving elevator.

Before Emma knew it, people started to clear out and the only ones left were her and Regina. It was the first time they'd been alone in weeks. She had no idea what to say or why she wasn't hightailing it out of the room since she was no longer obligated to be there. The more she continued to stare at Regina, however, the quicker words rushed to the surface before suddenly they poured out of her.

"You look beautiful." Her eyes popped wide open as she realized she'd spoken thoughts she'd never meant for Regina to hear while there was still so much tension between them. It was a compliment, but she was sure Regina didn't want to hear it from her of all people.

Somehow both her mind and her mouth had betrayed her in a single, embarrassing moment. The funny thing was that her legs still didn't seem to move, or even want to move. It was like she was paralyzed. Whether it was by Regina or herself or some unseen force, she was rooted to her spot in the room.

Regina stilled her movements. She was in the middle of packing up her things, but she froze when Emma spoke. After a brief pause, she slowly started to continue gathering her belongings and almost walked off without even looking at Emma. Almost.

Regina stopped herself just before she was able to reach the door and turned to Emma. She had a tense jaw, clenched teeth and fiery, dark eyes. "You don't have the right to say things like that to me," the brunette said. "Not anymore."

Emma sighed and curled into herself as she nodded her agreement and mumbled, "I know."

"Don't stand there and look like a kicked puppy," Regina started to raise her voice. "I hate it when you do that. As if I'm the big, bad villain again."

Emma tensed her shoulders and pursed her lips. She looked up with a hard look directed at Regina and said, "I'm not trying to make you look, or feel, like the villain. I know it's not all on you, but you didn't want to talk about it. You didn't want to hear what I had to say. You didn't want to know—"

She cut herself off and looked away. Regina hadn't wanted to know before, but Emma didn't want Regina to know now. Unfortunately, she felt the words build up inside her and push at her insides in their insistence to be said. The words were a truth that brought back painful memories.

"What didn't I want to know? That you'd been keeping Hook around in case you needed a beard. That's what they're called, right? Because being with me wasn't enough. You needed a man to prove you were normal and everything your insipid parents wanted for a daughter."

"Being with you was everything," Emma loudly confessed. "And you're the one to talk, Regina. You screwed the first guy you saw after you said it was over. It didn't take very long for you to move on, did it?"

"Because you slept with Hook when we were still together!"

"No," she yelled and immediately turned away from Regina. Within seconds, she shook with tears as the images of Regina sleeping with Robin while Emma was still reeling from the breakup played over and over in her head.

"No?"

She sniffled and pressed a hand to her stomach as she struggled to hold it all in. She wiped at the few tears that had escaped before she turned around and looked at Regina with sad, wet eyes.

"Emma," Regina said with a tone that gently urged her to open up.

"No. I never did," she said with a shaky voice.

"Never did what?"

"I never slept with Hook. You thought- You never wanted to know. You just assumed I had because he was…awful and inappropriate. I kissed him in Neverland and I had to revive him when Zelena was a problem, but that was it. The first time was gratitude and the second time it was because I didn't want his death, or anyone else's, on my hands."

"You…you never—"

Emma felt her lips tremble and she sniffled again as she looked down and crossed her arms over her chest. She hugged herself tightly and took a few deep breaths to prevent more tears from coming.

"All this time…" Regina trailed off. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't want to know. You wouldn't listen. I tried to explain, but—"

"Damn it, Emma! You should have shouted it from the rooftop or pounded on my door every single night and made me understand."

"Why? Would it really have changed anything? You still figured it out. You were right. Hook was my beard. He wasn't exactly someone I thought my parents would approve of, but he's…"

"A man and most definitely not the Evil Queen."

Emma closed her eyes and exhaled. "You know I've never thought of you like that. I mean, you were a twisted bitch when we first met, but after everything we've been through…you're just Regina to me. You're so much more than a vengeful queen."

Regina scoffed, but there was a hint of amusement in her tone when she asked, "You think I'm a vengeful queen at all?"

"Well, yeah, but…I kind of like that about you," she admitted with a small smile as she slowly started to close the distance between them. "Your lips twitch and you get this look. Your eyes shoot daggers and that vein on your forehead pops out."

Regina's eyes widened and instinctively she touched her forehead.

Emma chuckled, but looked away a second later. "I used to kiss it when you fell asleep."

Regina blinked a few times and slowly her shock wore off as she dropped her hand to her side.

"I don't know why I'm being so honest with you," Emma said.

"I-I'm glad you are."

Emma stared at her, wide-eyed and wondering.

Regina closed a little bit of space between them and caressed Emma's cheek. "He's not you. He's blond and, sort of, charming like you, but he's not you."

Emma let out a watery laugh and said, "I know what you mean."

"Of course you do. Captain Guyliner is the dirtier, penis-having version of me," Regina said with a smirk.

Emma rolled her eyes, but cleared her throat after a moment and tried to collect herself. "So…what does this mean? For us?"

Regina closed her eyes and sighed. "I don't know. I guess that all depends."

"On what," Emma quietly asked, fearful of the answer.

"On whether or not you're willing to tell your parents we're together…and whether or not you can forgive me."

Emma licked her lips and her eyes wandered from Regina's gaze to her mouth. She took a step forward and Regina adjusted the hand on her cheek. Regina then swiped her thumb over her cheekbone a few times before she did what Emma wanted to do.

Regina leaned in and kissed her. Emma met her a little less than halfway, but responded to the kiss with equal measure as the brunette.

"Dinner. Tonight," Emma said. "Bring Henry to the loft and eat with us. I'll tell all of them. Henry and my parents. I'll tell them at dinner."

"I- Tonight?"

"What?" Emma asked with a frown.

Regina searched her eyes with a bit of worry before she answered, "It's just…really soon. Robin and Roland…they live with me. I can't just…kick them out without notice. They don't deserve that."

Emma nodded. "You're right. Um, but maybe you could still do dinner? Or…should we wait until—"

"No. No waiting. I'll make you a deal."

"A deal?"

"Not a bad one. Not like the ones Rumple makes."

"Okay. What's the deal?"

"Let me talk to Robin and Roland before we do anything."

"Well, we already kissed. That's something, isn't it?"

"Anything else. I promise we'll have dinner with your parents, but I need a little time. I'm going to have to explain things to Robin, and Roland is probably going to be so confused."

"I get it. Do whatever it is you need to do and maybe you can send a text or give me a sign when everything's all good and you're ready to start again."

Regina flashed her a sad smile and kissed her again. "I'm in, Emma. The time I need isn't for me. It's for Robin. It's to explain things. It's not going to make anything easier, but it's what should be done."

Emma nodded again.

"Believe me when I say I never wanted to leave you," Regina confessed.

"But you did."

"I did. It hurt. You not telling your parents made me feel like I was always going to be who I was. To them, but most importantly to you. I wanted you to see me—"

"As Regina. As who you are. As everything you are. Yeah, you're not the Evil Queen anymore, but that's a part of your life. It's a part of your story. But being the Evil Queen sometimes means fierce protectiveness of the things you love most and that's incredible to see, to feel. Especially for someone like me, who didn't always have someone looking out for them.

"I just…I want you to know that. I may not have handled things right, but I want you to know I have always appreciated every part of you. I still do."

Regina smiled, a genuine and glowing smile that time, and rested her forehead against Emma's. "I hate you."

"Why is that?"

"Because you made me love you, and you never did give me a reason to stop."

Emma opened the door to see Regina on the other side with a fragile yet open expression on her face. She looked younger, timid. It was as if she wasn't sure she belonged at the apartment. After two weeks of space for Regina to break it off with Robin and have her own time to deal with that, Regina was there. It was a week that Emma had Henry, so she came alone.

"Hey," Emma breathed out with a smile, happy to see her and also a little unsure as to how to act.

"Hey," Regina flashed her own smile in response. The word still sounded awkward coming from the brunette, like it had in Neverland.

"Um, is everything—? Are you okay?"

Regina looked past Emma into the apartment for a moment and Emma furrowed her brow before she was surprised by a sudden, passionate kiss.

Emma hummed into the kiss and wrapped her arms around Regina's waist. She pulled the other woman flat against her before she slid a hand up Regina's back and tangled it in long, wavy hair.

"Grandma, it worked!"

Both women tensed and pulled away before they turned to see Henry jump off the third stair onto the floor. He was happy for a moment before confusion overtook him.

"It did?" Mary Margaret asked as she hurried around the corner from her bedroom. She beamed at the two of them when she saw how close Emma and Regina stood.

"Uh, I think it worked too well," Henry said. "They were kissing."

Mary Margaret exhaled with relief and shook her head as she smiled. "No, it worked perfectly."

Regina cleared her throat and Emma looked over at her.

"Are you ready," Regina asked.

Emma took a deep breath and reached for Regina's hand. She squeezed it and turned to Henry and Mary Margaret before she asked, "I have something to tell you. Where's Dad?"

"I'm here," David said as he popped out of the bedroom with Neal in his arms. "What worked? What's going on?"

Emma licked her lips and squeezed Regina's hand again before she said, "Regina and I…are together. We were together before, but we…well, it's a long story. But we're back together."

"I'm so happy to hear that," Mary Margaret said with happy tears in her eyes as she crossed the room and enveloped them both in a group hug.

Emma furrowed her brow as she thought about what her mother and son had said and asked, "Wait, what worked? Did you do something?"

"Nothing that didn't need to be done," Mary Margaret replied and pulled away. "It wasn't harmful to either of you and everything worked out for the best."

"Grandma, you knew they were together before," Henry asked.

"That doesn't matter," Mary Margaret quickly said.

"No. Mom, what did you do," Emma asked.

"Henry and I gave you truth serum in the hopes you'd talk through your problems, and you did. But like I said, that doesn't matter. What matters is that we're all here now."

"Truth serum?" Regina seemed shocked, but also furious. Her anger wasn't confronted, but eventually—the longer they all talked—she seemed to cool off.

David still looked a little lost, but he walked closer and smiled after a few seconds.

"I don't know why you thought you had to hide this from us," Mary Margaret said.

"You…you knew and you didn't have a problem with it," Emma asked.

"Of course not," Mary Margaret answered. "Why would we have a problem with you and Regina together?"

"You thought we would be bothered by that," David asked.

"Well, I- Yeah. You guys have a not-so-great history with each other and…she's…a woman."

"Oh, honey," Mary Margaret stepped forward again and pulled Emma into a hug.

"As long as you're happy, we're happy," David told her as he came closer and joined the hug, Neal carefully wedged between all three of them.

"Mom?"

Emma looked over Mary Margaret's shoulder and watched Henry approach Regina.

"Is this what you want," he asked the brunette. "Does…being with Mom make you happy?"

Regina smiled at him and said, "Yes, Henry. But if you aren't happy—"

Henry ran up to her and cut her off as he crashed into her, his arms wrapped tightly around her in a hug. "I'm happy. This is what I wanted. My family."

Henry met Emma's gaze over Regina's shoulder when he said the words "my family." Emma felt her heart constrict, but in an instant she felt much lighter than she had in months.

"I finally have it," Emma realized, though she hadn't meant to say it out loud.

"Have what," Mary Margaret asked.

Emma looked at Regina and when she had the other woman's attention, she smiled brighter than she had in such a long time. "My happy ending."