A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it's been a while since I updated this one. Originally when I planned on publishing this fic it was going to be after I finished Captain Swan (My SQ Pirate AU.) But then the poll victory happened, and well, you know the rest.

But now that that story is almost over I promise I'll be able to dedicate more time to Collision In Time. I'm so excited for the future of this fic and I can't wait to share this awesome journey with you guys!

Here's chapter three! I hope you enjoy!

"Regina? Regina!"

Regina pulled the door open, ducking in time and pulling Zelena down with her to miss one of Emma's, admittedly seriously improved, lightning balls.

"Emma!" Regina stood up and glared at her fiance.

"Get down Regina I got her!"

"Stop!" Regina slapped her already rising hand.

"Regina what the fuck?! I'm trying to protect you!" Emma looked at her with wild, panicked eyes. Regina rolled her eyes and lifted Zelena's arm up - the one with it's wrist still safely strapped with the cuff. Emma looked at it for a moment before she seemingly calmed down. "Hah! Guess my fiance already kicked your ass, huh Greenie?"

"I can see how you fell for her charm." Zelena said sarcastically towards Regina, who rolled her eyes.

"Indeed." She sighed. "Emma, what in the hell are you doing? I thought you were at work."

"I was but then I felt you freak out and tried to call you. When you didn't answer me I poofed over here to see what was up." She crossed her arms. "The real question is what she is doing here! I thought you turned her into wicked witch dust!"

"Illusionary magic is fun." Zelena shrugged.

"And annoying, though I must say you put up quite the believable act of dying with a flair of drama." Regina smirked at her sister.

"Thank you, you wouldn't have done any less." Zelena bumped Regina's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, but what the fuck?" Emma asked. "Are you two…cool now?"

"Okay, I think we all just need to take a deep breath and calm down." Regina tried gently. "It's all easily explainable really."

"Is it?" Emma deadpanned.

"Yes." Zelena and Regina answered at once.

"Okay…but-" Emma was about to say, an awkward look on her face when suddenly the front door burst open. Emma ran off, Regina and Zelena on her tail.

"Let me at 'em!" David's voice suddenly filled the foyer.

"Who's ass am I shooting this arrow up?!" Snow shrieked.

"Woah guys!" Emma tried to calm her parents down. "Stand down, false alarm."

Regina looked wide eyed at the three of them. "What. The. Hell. Emma?!"

"I panicked!" Emma shot back. "Next time answer your damn phone."

Regina sighed and rolled her eyes. "You thought I was in danger so you called in team charming?!"

"Would you do any different if the roles were reversed?" Emma asked.

"Well…no." Regina sighed, stepping up to Emma and kissing her cheek gently. "It was a sweet gesture, unnecessary as it was."

"Thank you, it's nice to be appreciated." Emma smiled at her.

"Excuse me!" David interjected. "What the hell is Zelena doing here?"

"And why are we not shooting arrows at her?" Snow aimed her arrow at the former wicked witch.

"Oh." Regina snapped her fingers and poofed their weapons away, ignoring their looks of shock. "Honestly you two. As I was trying to explain to Emma, Zelena here, while originally faking her death with the intention of having a second round at trying to murder me and exact her revenge…"

"Runs in the family." Snow raised a brow at Regina, who rolled her eyes at her.

"…Actually ended up going on some kind of…vision quest. She learned the truth about my life and decided the feud was pointless. Then she…found herself backpacking through Taipei or something like that." Regina waved off.

"And now I'm back!" Zelena grinned. "And ready for us all to be a family!"

"Uh….huh." Emma nodded slowly before looking towards Regina. "And…you're okay with this?"

"Well it's not like I'm a stranger to wanting to redeem one's self." Regina shrugged.

"Yeah, fair point." David, Snow, and Emma all agreed in low mumbles.

"So we're all agreed then? We'll give her an even chance?" Regina asked, hands on her hips, the question more like a royal command.

"Yeah, sure, okay." They all mumbled with shrugs and nervous glances.

"Oh, wonderful!" Zelena clapped a couple of times. "We finally all get to be family!"

She ran up to Emma, wrapping her arms around her tightly and squeezing the life out of her.

"Regina. Your sister is hugging me." Emma said.

"Yes she is, dear."

"Regina. I find this disturbing." Emma stated again.

"Yes, I do too, dear." Her fiance answered, doing nothing to stop the hugging.

"Uhhh…" they heard coming from the stairs. Everyone turned to to see Henry standing there, Amorie still in his arms, Zelena still holding on to Emma tightly. "Anyone wanna explain what the heck is going on?"

"And this one's from Bali!" Zelena said as she presented Henry with a wooden mask of what looked like some kind of creature. "It's a mask of a mythological creature called a Barong. It's meant to protect you from evil spirits!"

"Because two mothers who can do magic just isn't enough." Regina chuckled as Emma rolled her eyes. This was the fifth or sixth gift Henry had been presented with, the blonde had lost count. And Henry's cheeks were starting to hurt from the fake smile he was trying to keep on to look excited and appreciative.

"Uhh, Thanks Zelena…" he said.

"Silly, call me Aunt Zee!" she patted his arm for the third time. "Now this one is pretty cliche but I figured it would be cute."

She reached into her bag - the kind of bag that reminded Emma of Mary Poppins, and just as well, because given the amount of stuff Zelena had pulled out of it, it seemed pretty bottomless. - and pulled out a small metal replica of the Eiffel tower.

"Cool." Henry said.

"You went to Paris?" Regina said now intrigued.

"Indeed. When I said all over the world, I really did mean it." Zelena smiled.

"How's the food there?" Regina asked.

"Lovely! Oh Regina you really must go sometime…OH! That reminds me." Zelena dove into her bag again and for a second, Emma thought it was going to eat her alive. But she emerged from it unharmed and holding a bottle of what looked like wine, passing it to Regina.

"Wine?" the former queen asked, looking over the label.

"Not just any wine. Apple wine!" Zelena grinned. "It's made from apples!"

"You mean like cider?" Emma took the bottle, looking at the label before she remembered she couldn't read French. "I'm pretty sure nothing beats Regina's cider."

"While the vote of confidence is adorable." Zelena noted. "This is much different than cider. Cider is basically apple juice until you mix alcohol in it. Apple wine goes through the same process as regular wine…it also has a lot more alcohol in it."

"Perfect. I'll get the glasses." Emma said, getting a look from Regina. Zelena chuckled.

"Oh silly, save it for a special occasion." The redhead waved her off. "Though I'll have a whiskey if you've got it. Neat."

"You sure that won't disturb your vision quest?" Emma said as she went to get Zelena's drink.

"She's hilarious, I can tell why you fell in love with her." The former wicked witch grinned up at Regina.

"Yes, indeed." Regina said. "Zelena, while all the gifts are wonderful and all that…you really didn't have to."

"Oh don't be ridiculous! I can't come over unannounced after traveling the whole world and not bring gifts! Look, I got you a shisha from Tunisia!" Zelena said, pulling out the tall, thin contraption from her bag. Regina's eyes went wide.

"Hey isn't that made for smoking weed?" Henry asked.

"Did I hear weed?" Emma came in with Zelena's drink in hand. "Because after the day I've had-"

"No." Regina cut her off.

"It's not made for weed. Just tobacco and other things you can smoke…it's like these new fangled electronic things everyone smokes fragrant smoke out of…what are they called?"

"Vapes." Henry answered her without hesitation. "That's a little too big to be a vape."

"Well this is the original vape, my dear boy." Zelena smiled. "This is what you smoke if you want to be a hippie."

"You mean a hipster?" Henry chuckled.

"Yes, sure, whatever. Enjoy." She said, pushing the shisha across the table towards him.

"Do not." Regina stopped him before he grabbed it. "That will make a nice decoration somewhere but if I ever catch you smoking you're grounded until you're ninety."

"You'll be dead by then!" he protested.

"Wanna bet?" Regina challenged. And no, he really didn't, because he knew Regina would somehow find a way to make herself immortal just because he challenged her.

"Amorie no, don't play with the smoking thing." Emma said gently as she pulled her daughter away from the shisha.

"Yes sweetie here, play with this traditional Chinese rattle instead." Zelena grinned, passing a curious Amorie what looked like a small drum on a stick, with two beads on two strings on either side of it. Zelena twisted the drum around at a fast speed, demonstrating how the beads would hit the drum and make a rhythmic sound. Amorie grinned like she was given the whole planet on a stick at that point and took the drum, repeated the action she'd seen her aunt perform, giggling in sheer joy at the sound.

"Oh great." Emma rolled her eyes. "Give the toddler something that makes noise."

"Emma, be nice." Regina chastised.

"Oh sure, I have to be nice to your sister when she gives Amorie a noisy toy, but you can threaten to singe my mother's ears off for giving her a singing bear?" Emma said accusingly.

"In my defense that was the fifth day in a row I woke to 'It's A Small World' stuck in my head. It's enough to drive enough to even the slightest form of mental instability." Regina shrugged.

"As a person who went on that ride three times in Disneyland, I have to agree." Zelena shrugged.

"Cool! You went to Disneyland?!" Henry perked up. "Please tell me you took photos!"

"Lots!" Zelena grinned, diving into her bag and pulling out a photo album.

"You printed them? Zee, this is the 21st century, people don't even need cameras anymore you can just store your pictures on your phone." Emma said.

"Yes well some of us weren't born in this universe and I wanted the full experience. Now hush! I went around and found everyone's movie counterparts!" Zelena grinned, before frowning. "Well, except mine. Apparently I'm not part of the Disney franchise."

"Nope, you're MGM…and technically you're younger than mom because Snow White aired in '37 while Wizard Of Oz aired in '39." Henry shrugged.

"You know way too much about fairy tales, kid." Emma sighed.

"Said the person getting married to a character of one of them." Henry shot back.

"Eh, fair point." Emma shrugged. "Wait hang on did you say nineteen thirty-seven? That's-"

"Moving on." Regina cut her off before the blonde could start counting. "Zelena, pictures. Now."

"Hmm? Oh! Of course." Zelena opened up her photo album. "Look! It's Snow."

"Oh my god she dresses worse than the real thing…I didn't think it was possible." Regina chuckled.

"Mom." Henry chided.

"That dress is atrocious." Zelena shrugged.

"Yeah every time I look at it I kinda appreciate the floral sweaters more." Emma shrugged.

"And this is Belle." Zelena pointed.

"Incredible. She looks exactly the same." Regina shook her head.

"Oh, Regina! I found Robin!" Zelena said as she flipped a page. The second they saw the photo, Emma started laughing.

"Is he…a fox?" Regina asked, looking closer at the picture.

"Apparently the movie is animated and the characters are all animals." Zelena shrugged.

"I mean he smelled like one the entire time I knew him." Emma shrugged. Henry tried not to laugh, Regina rolled her eyes at her.

"Emma, be nice. Remember he could have seriously complicated matters between us but instead chose to give us his blessing." The former queen reminded the blonde, who instantly felt bad.

"Sorry." She said.

"Still funny to me." Henry shrugged.

"Oh, and here's a little treat for Emma." Zelena said, flipping the page to show a picture of the redhead posing with the Disney version of Captain Hook. Regina started cackling.

"I keep forgetting about the wax mustache." Emma sighed.

"The curls." Regina laughed loudly. "Oh dear god…If only he actually looked like this, things would have been so much simpler."

"Next. Picture." Emma glared at her fiance.

"Sorry." Regina mouthed over quietly at Emma, who rolled her eyes with a fond smile because she could never actually be mad at Regina.

"And this is Peter P-"

"Nope." The three of them jumped, Henry reaching over and flipping the page over.

"We don't talk about him." Regina informed her sister. "At all."

"Alright…" Zelena said slowly. "Well…here's a group shot of the dwarves!"

"They looks like garden gnomes." Regina looked wide eyed at the picture.

"Yeah I always did think that was weird." Emma shrugged.

"Indeed." Zelena nodded. "Now there's loads more, though I don't know who all of them are to be fair. But this is my favorite one."

She flipped a page, and the minute they caught sight of the picture, Henry started laughing.

It was a picture of Zelena standing side by side with the Disney version of The Evil Queen.

"Oh my god." Emma tried not to chuckle, and failed miserably.

"Why the hell is she dressed like a nun?!" Regina said in outrage.

"Because those evil queen outfits of yours didn't exactly pass as 'kid-friendly' back in 1937." Emma laughed. "Speaking of which-"

"If you try and count one more time so help me god-" Regina threatened, not needing to say anything more than that before Emma raised her hands up in surrender.

"Mommy." Amorie reached over and patted the picture.

"Aww." Henry grinned. "She recognizes you."

"After all the hard work I put into giving birth to you, this is how you repay me?" Regina said playfully and gently to her daughter as she picked her up. "We are going to have a serious talk when you learn how to say a few more words little missy."

Amorie giggled as she grabbed her mother's nose, unbothered by the topic. A phone dinged, and the former queen expertly balanced Amorie on her hip as she pulled out her phone and sighed at it.

"Emma…Your mother is asking about dresses again…I gather you have not yet had 'the talk' with her." She looked at the blonde with a raised brow. Emma looked suddenly nervous and Henry raised a brow at her to match his adoptive mother's.

"The talk?" he asked.

"Is Emma alone not proof enough that Snow knows where babies come from?" Zelena asked. "And what does this have to do with dresses."

"Not that talk." Regina sighed. "Emma has yet to tell her mother that she won't be wearing a dress to our wedding."

"Oooh, a nudist wedding?" Zelena grinned. "I saw one while I was at this resort in Florida, it was beautiful! No one was out-shining anyone! Plus the groom was hung like-"

"Eww!" Henry covered his ears.

"Yeah ditto." Emma cringed. "She means I'm wearing a suit, Zee, Jesus Christ."

"Oh." Zelena visibly deflated. "Not as fun. Though you do have the physique to pull it off."

"Thanks?" Emma said with a hint of uncertainty.

"Either way." Regina jumped in before they could get side-tracked again. "You do have to actually tell your mother that tid-bit of information before we can go ahead with co-ordinating what we're wearing. We said she could plan the wedding for us, and she can't exactly do that if we don't give her the full details."

"I know…" Emma sighed. "I'm just nervous. I'm pretty sure she wants me to wear her old wedding dress."

"You mean…" Zelena raised her brow at the two of them. "The one she was wearing when Regina threatened to destroy everyone's happiness."

"Semantics." Regina waved her off with one hand before she adjusted Amorie in her arms. "Please talk to Snow, Emma. I'm sure she'll understand."

"I mean it's not like you're telling her you're marrying her former arch nemesis or anything." Zelena joked. "Oh…wait."

"Welcome home, sis." Regina said with a roll of her eyes and a fond smirk.

Zelena grinned. "It's good to be home, sis."

Sunday morning brought the Sheriff of Storybrooke to Granny's diner. Mind you, that's where most mornings brought her, but this time it was a little later in the day (it was her day off and Regina cuddles always made sleeping in better.) And she was waiting for her mother.

"You're nervous about something." Ruby said as she came over and poured Emma her second coffee.

"What makes you say that?" Emma said.

"You've been here maybe five minutes and you already drained your first coffee…and murdered that poor napkin." Ruby said, pointing to her hands that held a napkin that was little more than shreds now.

"Sorry?"

"Did you just apologize to a napkin?" Ruby raised a brow at her. "Why are you acting so weird?"

"Well…I'm meeting my mom." Emma said.

"And?" Ruby egged her on.

"And…" Emma sighed. "I don't want to wear a dress to my wedding."

Ruby blinked at her. "And this is a big deal because…?"

"Ruby!" Emma glared at her.

"What? You're acting like it's the end of the world." Ruby rolled her eyes. "Just tell her you don't wanna wear a dress. What's she gonna do? Cast a curse on all of us? That was your fiancée Em."

"If I roll this napkin up into a ball and throw it will you chase it and go away?" Emma said. Ruby winked at her.

"Cheap shot."

"Is that the drink your last date bought you?" Emma teased. Ruby slapped her arm.

"You shut up about my last date…" the wolf blushed.

"Oh my god." Emma pointed accusingly. "You're dating someone…and it's…serious!"

"Shut up!" Ruby looked around again. "We're taking it slow!"

"So you didn't put out yet?" Emma teased again. "Who is it?"

"Nuh uh, no way, miss 'hid her feelings for Regina for months even though you got her magically preggers' you don't get to just ask who I'm dating and expect me to spill." Ruby shook her head. "We're trying this out before we get people all excited about us. There's definitely something."

"Something?" Emma smirked. "You mean a true something?"

"Nope. You're not getting that info." Ruby shook her head.

"I'll tell you wedding details. The kind I'm not supposed to spill yet." Emma grinned up at her and Ruby glared at her before she sighed and sat down across from her.

"For the record, I hate you." She said.

"I love you too, who is it?" Emma grinned, glad to be able to talk about something that wasn't her own love life for once (not that she didn't enjoy that, bragging about Regina was her favorite pastime.)

"Okay, don't freak out though." Ruby said. Emma nodded and the wolf took a deep breath. "It's Belle."

"…I knew it!"" Emma pointed accusingly.

"What the fuck, Emma?" Ruby slapped her hand away.

"Oh please you two were so gay when you met. You were almost as bad as me and Regina." Emma rolled her eyes.

"Yeah except she was with…ugh…Gold." Ruby rolled her eyes.

"I second that gag." Emma nodded. "Wasn't she with that Scarlet dude?"

"She broke up with him. Something about abusing her level of trust in him to steal something from the shop for a friend." Ruby shrugged before realization dawned on her. "Oh."

"Asshole." Emma flicked at a stray shred of tissue paper in front of her.

"At least it ended well huh?" Ruby smiled at her. "Now gimme wedding details!"

"Okay…we're having it at the author's mansion. The honeymoon too. White's officiating." Emma said.

"That mansion is gorgeous." Ruby nodded. "Please don't ruin it with all the sex you're gonna have there."

Emma balled up the napkin and tossed it at Ruby, bouncing it off her forehead.

"What are you, five?"

"Takes one to know one."

"I was wrong, you're three!"

"Only three year olds hang out with three year olds."

"Your daughter is more mature than you and she can't even speak properly yet."

"Ladies?" a voice made them jump and look up.

"Mom!" Emma exclaimed.

"Snow!" Ruby grinned up at her.

"Are you two done trading blows or do you need another round?" Snow asked, an amused smirk on her face.

"We're good." Ruby nodded as she got up. "I should get back to work. Your usual brunch order guys?"

"Yes please." Emma nodded. Snow gave her a matching nod as she sat down and Ruby gave them both a smile before she walked away and towards the kitchen.

"Was she bothering you about information on the wedding again?" Snow asked.

"We may have traded secrets." Emma said with a shy smile. Snow rolled her eyes.

"Did you ask her yet?"

"No. I don't know how to." Emma sighed. "It should be easy right? I mean how did you ask?"

"We were talking about the wedding and I just turned and asked." Snow chuckled. "She nearly fell off the horse."

"So don't ask her if she happens to be horse riding, got it." Emma shook her head.

"Just take her out for a drink and ask, Emma, she'll be elated." Snow said, hopeful that her advice was helping to soothe her daughter's nerves.

"I just…there's a lot about this getting married stuff that I just…didn't think about." Emma sighed. "Marrying the person you love shouldn't be so freakin' complicated, you know?"

"It could be worse. Someone could crash your wedding and vow to curse you to lifelong misery." Snow said teasingly.

"You are the third person to make that joke in twenty four hours." Emma rolled her eyes. "If anyone so much as mentions it at the wedding, I'm punching them."

"I want to say you're too protective of Regina but…it's so cute." Snow gushed.

"Enough." Emma groaned.

"Alright, you said you wanted to talk about something." Snow gestured towards her. "What is it?"

Emma sighed. "It's uhh…about the…uhh…dress."

"Oh." Snow visibly perked up and Emma cringed. "Do go on."

"You're not gonna be happy." The blonde preambled with a nervous frown.

"Emma, sweetie." Snow reached over and put a gentle hand on her daughter's. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."

"Okay." Emma sighed. "Well…I know you probably want me to wear your old wedding dress?"

"Well…I mean I was going to offer." Snow shrugged, taking in her daughter's expression. "But you clearly have other plans…what do you want?"

Emma gulped. She'd wanted to hear that question from a lot of people a lot of times in her life and suddenly she was too nervous to answer.

"Well…You know I'm not that girly." She began with a shrug. "And I'm such a klutz. I'm gonna be nervous enough as it is…I was thinking maybe…well…I could…wear a suit?"

"A suit?" Snow asked gently.

"Yes?" Emma said. "I know it's probably not what you had in mind but-"

"Emma stop." Snow gently gripped her hand tighter, giving her a small smile to soothe her. "If that's what you want, then I'm fine with it."

"You…are?" Emma raised a brow.

"Yes, sweetie." The pixie-haired brunette nodded. "Do you want me to help you pick it out?"

"You'd do that?" Emma asked again.

"Unless you want your father's help?" Snow asked. Emma shook her head.

"Ugh, no. I'll probably end up in plaid." She rolled her eyes and Snow chuckled.

"Okay. Well I've been spending a lot of time on the internet looking stuff up and I did actually come across a few suits for women. I'll compile a list." Snow nodded, pulling out her notepad and taking notes like she'd been doing for this whole thing since they said she could help them plan it.

"That's it?" Emma asked.

"What's it?"

"You're…you're okay with it? It's going in the book?" Emma asked again. Snow gave her a soft smile.

"It's going in the book." She nodded once. "Now, do you still want it to be white or?"

"Uhh…I haven't actually looked at anything yet so…I don't know." Emma shrugged. "Will you make me a list?"

"I'd love to." Snow nodded, tapping a period into her notebook before closing it shut. "Now, what else?"

And just like that, Emma wasn't so nervous about the wedding anymore.

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