A/N - Here's our next chapter. You'll notice some things have strayed from canon but nothing major. I've been working on dialogue choices, trying to get it more realistic for how people would speak, not just keeping in character. Hope you enjoy and please, let us know what you liked and didn't. Always looking to improve.

The small breakfast nook at Granny's Bed and Breakfast was occupied by three children and a weary Emma Swan. Henry had joined them for donuts and cocoa before school, making his way from Graham's house on the promise to the sheriff that he would indeed go to school afterward. His promise to Emma was that he would not bring up his birth mother, even as he was so tempted to make light of the fact they were having donuts and cocoa for breakfast! Regina would have a fit if she knew!

"So," began Emma, looking at the twins sitting across from her, "you guys still good for after school?"

Emma and the assigned social worker to the kids, Alia Monroe, had been working with the birth father to set up a meet and greet. Michael Tillman had been initially distant and shocked to find out he fathered Ava and Nicholas, but he came around to the idea of meeting them - just needing small steps to know them and figure out the logistics in bringing them together as a family. The supervised visit with him to see how things might go was the first step.

Ava and Nicholas exchanged a glance, then the former nodded. "Yeah, we'll be ready."

Henry grinned knowingly and looked toward Emma. "It'll be great. Trust me! I know what it's like to finally meet your birth parent."

She wanted to shoot him down out of a knee jerk reaction to her own personal issues with him and Regina, but it wasn't fair to the children across from her needing this kind of hope.

"You guys just need some time to adjust. And the best thing is this. If you two aren't liking how the conversation is going, just let Alia know and you can leave. Okay?" she reassured.

Nicholas asked in a small voice, "Does he know I broke my leg?"

"Yeah. And the reason," she explained. Alia was not certain how to define Michael's reaction in hearing that his son was hurt in the storm. Was it guilt? Anger? Or simply just too much information thrown at him that he really just didn't know what to feel? He did seemed relieved when he found out the mayor was paying the hospital expenses. By no means a poor man, he couldn't afford a hospital bill and the continued medical expenses for Nicholas.

"Is he mad? Like… does he think I'm a wimp or anything?" he asked timidly.

Ava rolled her eyes, but Henry looked on sympathetically. He understood that kind of worry. Mr. Tillman seemed like a nice enough man, but it was intimidating to be a boy about to meet his father; Henry couldn't even imagine what that would be like!

"I doubt it. I really think he's just in shock over …. well, everything. It's a lot for him to process. Just like you guys too. I'm sure you have a lot of emotions going on in meeting Mr. Tillman?" Emma asked.

Ava nodded, saying nothing.

Nicholas gulped. "Yeah. I was worried he'd think I was weak. Since he's so big and strong looking."

Henry supplied, "I think he would have broke his leg too, if he'd had a telephone pole land on him. Don't worry about that."

"Seriously!" agreed Emma, jutting out her thumb towards Henry. "Kid has a valid point. And you got outta that mess with just a broken leg. It could've been worse, and it wasn't. That's the important thing to remember, kiddo."

Henry smiled encouragingly and even Ava looked more compassionate toward her brother then. "Yeah, they are right. You were lucky that it was only a leg."

"Okay… okay, thanks. That's all I was really worried about," Nicholas said.

"It'll be alright. Because even if this isn't, we'll make this work so you guys feel happy and safe," Emma added softly, but it was her eyes that displayed her true feelings. They were narrowed and fierce with promise. "You two deserve that."

Ava stared back at her. "Thank you," she whispered.

Henry studied the intense moment, knowing why it was so important to his birth mother. He felt proud of her. The loud screech of the school bus wheels broke the rest of his thoughts, especially as Emma slapped the top of the booth table.

"A'right. School time. I'll be murdered by two women if you three don't get on that bus," Emma joked as she nudged Henry to vacate.

Henry chuckled and lifted his brows. "Alright. On my way. See you at the bus stop."

She was bemused by his reaction, glad that they could be a little normal despite all the drama going on with her and Regina.

"All right, kiddo," she looked to Nicholas and grabbed his crutches leaning against her side of the booth, "let me help ya up."

"Thanks."

Ava shifted to make way, picking up his totebag. She slung it over the opposite shoulder from her own and watched her brother awkwardly maneuver.

"The stairs at school are going to be hard for him," she pointed out, not using it as a stall tactic but a matter of fact.

"That's why I spoke with the principal and got him an elevator pass," she explained, as Nicholas got to his feet and adjusted the crutches. They were still a little hard to navigate, but she was confident he would get the hang of it soon. Ava was there to help too.

"Here." She tucked the pass into his front coat pocket and produced another one for his sister. "Got one for you too."

"Wow, thanks," Nicholas said in surprise.

"Thank you," Ava replied, looking more emotional at this than she had since Emma saved her brother. "You are so good to us."

Clearly touched in hearing that, Emma's lips thinned out to hide it. This had been personal for her because of her past, but it was more than that now. She really had gotten to know them over the last few days, even with how little they divulged about themselves or their past. That wasn't as nearly as important as getting to know them, and she did by observing them closely. Like how Nicholas liked to eat his Oreos by eating the cream center first as Ava gobbled the entire thing up, or how Nicholas loved comics as much as Henry, and how his sister often stole them to make their life a little more bearable. How they quietly ate together and without even talking, always knew when the other needed a napkin, condiment or a refill on their drink. Granted, Nicholas couldn't get up so easily to get Ava another soda, but he damn well made sure Emma got it for her. She really liked them and how they looked out for one another. It even made her slightly jealous because she never had that.

"Glad I can be," she said heartfully, fighting and failing, the smile that came. "Come on before we miss the bus." She waved them forward before this turned into an emotional mess, knowing Ava was like her in some ways and didn't want to get all teary-eyed in public.

Ava gave her a grave nod and looked to Nicholas, expression hard to read as he managed to get moving on the crutches. He gave her a determined look and plodded along, needing both their help to get out of the building and down the steps.

"Bus is here!" Henry shouted. "Waiting, but Miss Parsons isn't happy about waiting all this time!"

"Well, she can wait!" she shouted, making sure that Parsons could hear it. Then she winked at Nicholas. "She's just grumpy. Maybe tomorrow we'll share a donut with her and see if it's possible to get that woman to smile?"

Nicholas chuckled. "I really doubt it."

Ava nodded in agreement, trailing behind her brother.

"Well, it's worth a try," she said with a shrug, helping Nicholas up the first step of the bus. Ava helped the rest of the way with Henry trailing behind.

"You guys try and have fun." She gave a short wave to the trio. "And, uh … learn stuff."

The bus pulled away, but before Emma could even plan what she wanted to do next, the sheriff's squad car pulled up and blocked the sidewalk. With a grin, Graham emerged from the car, setting his hands on his hips.

Emma rolled her eyes at the sheriff's unwarranted dramatic entrance. "Really?"

Graham played innocent and shrugged, grinning. "Hullo, Emma. I see you've become quite the town nanny now."

"Just being good to the kids that almost died isn't playing nanny, Sheriff. It's called doing the right thing. Not that I need to explain that to the lawman in the town," she answered shrewdly.

"Only making a case that you're good for the town. For Henry and for the twins," he said, the easy smile on his face. "Too bad you didn't want to put those talents toward a higher calling…"

"Oh no!" She held up a finger to silence his train of thought. "Just no! The last thing I need is a reminder of the job you two were offering."

Or that night.

"I don't need that woman being my boss."

"She wouldn't be. I would be," Graham reminded. "Don't worry. I can manage Regina and keep her out of your face. Although… I don't think she'd give so much as a peep these days. Not really in a position for all that now, is she."

"Yeah, I know," she muttered before raising her voice again, "But two degrees of separation from Regina Mills is a bit much. Especially …" Sighing, her thoughts went back to their last conversation and shook her head. "Look. It's complicated."

Graham nodded sympathetically. After all, they'd both been used by the mayor. Emma coming to town was what had abruptly released him from the life he felt like he'd always had with Regina.

"Don't I know it," he offered with a smile. "I am just being practical. You're good at what you do. I have a budget and you do need a job. Good looks what they are, I don't think you can stay indefinitely at Granny's on them."

"Ha, ha. Sheriff's a comedian too?" she was unwittingly smiling back, but Graham was also right, ignoring the playful flirt. The guy was nice and all, but her heart was too twisted in knots over Regina to even considering anything with anyone for a long time.

Yet the question had to be asked, what was she going to do in Storybrooke if she stayed? Emma would have to leave town soon just because her funds were drying up, or she'd need a job to cover expenses and do right by Granny. She had a nice nest egg but draining all of her expenses just to stay here with no other income coming in was nearsighted. There were also the kids to think about. Granny did have a soft spot for them, but they couldn't just live out of the B&B indefinitely. But Emma's gut had a good feeling about Michael and twins. which meant she'd be on her own again, which was fine. There was never an issue with that. What was important was sticking around for awhile to make sure Ava and Nicholas were taken care of, and she was pretty sure the kids would want that too.

Fucking hell. I've got to stay.

Emma watched the bus make a turn further down the street and sighed before jabbing a finger in Graham's direction. "You're my boss. I know it's impossible to keep Regina away from the station, but I want as little contact as possible with that woman."

Graham nodded. "It's my department. And if she has a problem, she goes through me. You need not have contact with her."
Nodding, she lowered her hand to cross her arms across her chest. "Don't get any ideas that this is permanent." She narrowed her gaze. "That won't be a problem, right?"

He looked bemused. Graham might not have known why, but Emma Swan was the first outsider to spend any serious time in Storybrooke. The fact that she'd lasted this long without being successfully chased away by Regina meant something. Emma might have seen this as temporary, but he knew better.

"Not a problem," he replied. "Welcome aboard, Deputy Swan."

"God that sounds weird," she gruffed and lowered her arms. After years on the run from the law, she was the law now.

"You'll get used to it. Pretty soon, it will feel like it's always been your title."

Better than this savior nonsense.

Her eyes widened as she thought of one other matter that she needed to be clear on. "Fair warning, when I show up to work, this is what you get." Her hands motioned up and down her body, referring to her clothes. "You got that whole vest and…" She then raised a hand in his direction and made a face, "tie ...thing going. And good on you. Just not on me. I've beat the shit outta guys in heels if that sways you."

Graham tilted his head to the side, trying to gauge if she was serious. He suspected she was. "The uniform is a symbol of authority. For the citizens to take you seriously."

She actually snorted before laughing at Graham. "Trust me. It's not the clothes. Not even the badge."

She calmed herself down because Emma should try and be serious about this. "It's about the attitude and respect you show towards someone. Criminal or not - that's how someone takes you seriously. It's how you treat them. Not how you expect them to be treating you."

"Well, the badge is a requirement as a symbol, if not the uniform. Swing by later to pick yours up?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah." She sighed, a bit miffed that Graham only had that to say. "Later."

He nodded. Serious in tone, he said, "I'm glad you'll join me in keeping Storybrooke safe. Sounds like your heart is in the right place on this."

At least it is on something in this damn town.

"Yeah." She gave him another nod before turning back towards the diner. "See you later, Sheriff."

Mary Margaret Blanchard glanced at her watch as she rushed out of Storybrooke Elementary. She'd forgotten to make and pack a lunch and had to run to Granny's on her half-hour lunch break, or she'd starve the rest of the day. She thought it would be far too impolite to have a rumbling stomach while trying to lead her students through math and social studies in the afternoon.

Moving at a brisk pace, Mary Margaret waved to Dr. Hopper as he walked in the opposite direction with Pongo, her low heels clicking on the pavement. Her stomach growled and she clutched a hand over it, as if that would quell her hunger. She was distracted by that, and Dr. Hopper, long enough that Mary Margaret didn't see a patron coming out of the diner and smacked right into them!

"Hey!" shouted Emma, flailing to keep upright. The spectacle made her lose her newly-acquired badge and could hear it clink against the pavement before she could clip it to her belt.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she yelped as the collided. Mary Margaret put steadying hands on the woman she'd crashed into, then jerked back at the crackle of current she felt. "Oh!"

Emma jolted forward and grabbed on the woman's arm for support even after she took a step back. "Yeah, sorry too. You just scared the crap outta me."

The apologetic smile faded as she noticed the woman seemed to still be in a state of shock. "I know I've a hard head and all, but … you okay?"

Mary Margaret blinked and gaped at her, trying to find her words. It was as if…

"I… I'm fine! Just…" she shook her head. "Have we met? I feel like we've met! But, that's not possible, is it?"

"No. I definitely would've remembered meeting you." A perky, clumsy, woman with cropped brown hair and a charming disposition would have been ingrained in Emma's brain. She offered a hand. "Emma Swan. Well, technically Deputy Emma Swan now."

"Ohh… you're-"

Henry's birth mother! Mary Margaret had heard all about the mystery woman when poor Henry Mills had lamented his being adopted. She'd heard that he'd found her and even brought her to their sleepy town. Mary Margaret had even heard snippets about Emma having some sort of relationship with Mayor Mills, which she found extraordinary, considering the mayor's demeanor.

"-you're the deputy now! Impressive! I'm sure Henry must be over the moon about that," Mary Margaret said, taking that more tactful approach for acknowledging Emma's identity. She smiled. "I'm his teacher. Mary Margaret Blanchard."

"Well … he doesn't know about it yet. But I'm sure you'll be right about his reaction. It's cool to finally meet you though."

Despite the lack of handshaking and long pauses during a conversation.

"Henry's mentioned you a few times, so it's nice to have the face with the name." She ended with a small smile but it quickly morphed into panic. "Badge!"

Hunkering over the pavement, her eyes wildly scanned the area for her symbol of duty. Graham would have her head if she lost the damn thing already.

Mary Margaret exclaimed, "Let me help you find it! My fault that you dropped it!"

She put words to action and immediately started scouring the patio outside Granny's, looking for the piece of tin. Mary Margaret wondered why it was still thought of that was, as "tin," when it was likely not made of that any longer. She dismissed the musings in favor of helping her locate the badge.

"Here! Here, I found it!" Mary Margaret plucked the symbol from the hedges and held it out to Emma. "So sorry about crashing into you and all. But, I'm glad to finally meet you!"

"Thanks," she said in gratitude and immediately clipped the badge onto her belt. "And yeah, it's nice to meet you too. Crashes and all."

Mary Margaret blushed. "I… have to run in and get something to eat, then get back to school. I'll see you around, okay?"

"Yeah. Sure. I've got to get to the station anyway." Emma gave the teacher a thin lipped smile, chuckling as she watched Mary Margaret practically skipping up the stairs to the diner.

After learning that Emma and Miss Blanchard had met, Henry could hardly sit still or pay attention to his schoolwork! He'd pulled the storybook from his backpack and eagerly studied the pages where Snow White had given Baby Emma over to Prince Charming's care so he could safely place her in the magical wardrobe.

They've met now! Mother and daughter have finally been reunited! That has to be important!

After school, Henry bolted out of the building and made his way to Storybrooke General Hospital, where his mother was still in-patient. Before going up to see her, however, he detoured down second floor hallway until locating the "John Doe" patient he'd noticed while on a volunteer field trip to the hospital. Henry had been certain that John Doe was none other than Prince Charming, given how they had matching chin scars! And his current, working theory was that mother and daughter meeting might have an effect on the heroic father.

Given the nature of his thoughts, Henry's heart leapt into his throat when he found John Doe's room a flurry of medical activity. There were so many doctors and nurses in the glassed-in room that Henry could hardly even see who was who, much less what was happening! He pulled a chair close to the window and hopped onto it, trying to figure out what was going on and managed to sneak a peak of Dr. Whale entering the room in bewilderment. He chatted relentlessly with the nurse, eyes scouring the patient chart for any logical reason as to why their John Doe was beginning to wake.

"Now, now ... what are you doing out here?" asked a gentle and patient voice from behind Henry. One of the nurses had been making rounds, as other patients needed attending to, and found the mayor's son glued to the glass window as if it were television.

"Looking to see what's happened to John Doe!" Henry exclaimed. He tore his gaze away from the windows for a split-second to see which nurse it was. "Do you know what's going on?"

"Well, Mr. Doe woke up a little bit ago. Screaming to be honest. Like waking up from a bad nightmare. Doctor had to sedate him to keep him calm until they figure out what happened," she explained walking up beside him. "That's all we really know right now."

"Huh. Wonder why he woke up all of the sudden?" Henry asked, nose nearly pressed to the glass as he peered in at the commotion. "Does Dr. Whale have any guesses?"

"He does, but I'm not at liberty to talk about such things with you, Mr. Mills," she said with a wry gaze. The nurse had given more than enough information anyway! "I'm sure your mother would be delighted to have your company instead. She's probably waiting for you, hmm?"

Henry made a face at her that was essentially a softer scowl than what his mother would've given at being denied information.

"Thanks anyway." Henry went back to staring through the windows into John Doe's room. "Think I can go in and see him when he's awake?"

The nurse's wariness turned into surprise as to why Henry was this curious over their new celebrity patient. He was currently the only non-staff member that was, but that was sure to change as many things had when the stranger had come to town, bringing the mayor's boy back. "Depends on what the doctor says. Either way, let them do their work and you go on and see your mom."
She patted his back and winked. "And if you behave and do as I say, I might let you know when you can see him. Hypothetically speaking, of course."

"Really?! Thanks!"

Just like that, Henry hopped off the chair and gave her a quick high-five. Then, he rushed away to check in on his mother. After all, she'd want to know about these developments too...

Regina felt like a new woman to sit in the padded, bedside chair. Dr. Whale had determined that she was able to move short distances and sit in the chair so long as she promised to only move from there with assistance. Though annoyed by being coddled, Regina had to admit that it felt wonderful to be up!

She watched as Henry briefly startled, expecting and not finding her in the bed. He smiled at her, proudly. "Mom! You're up!"

"That I am," she agreed with a soft smile. "How was your day, my prince?"

"It was fine. Boring as usual and not important because Charming's awake!" he blurted out excitedly.

Regina sat up straight in her chair, moving too quickly, and winced. Blinking away the pain, brown eyes narrowed on her son. "What… do you mean he's awake?"

Her son went from exuberance to concern in a blink of an eye. "Mom! You can't be doing that!" he went to her side and helped guide her back down. "I didn't mean to freak you out. I'd thought you'd be happy that he was awake. It means Emma's still here and slowly breaking the curse."

Part of Regina was still exasperated that her hard work and sacrifice was being undone! After all, the curse had come at a very high price. She sighed heavily because, on the other hand, her son was right. It was good that Emma had chosen to stay in Storybrooke; that ought to give her hope they could reconcile… even if she also broke the curse along the way.

"So… what is she doing these days, since she's still in town?" Regina asked curiously.

Henry couldn't help but chuckle. "One by one, she's bringing back the happy endings. Ava and Nicholas, first. And now that she's met Miss Blanchard…"

Regina rolled her eyes. "You introduced them, didn't you?"

He shook his head. "Nope. They crashed into each other, literally, in front of Granny's."

That's what always happened to me with Snow, running into each other there, she thought with another sigh.

"How did you learn that? Is Emma in touch with you regularly?" she asked.

"No," answered Henry, scrunching his nose defensively. "Miss Blanchard told me. At school."

Regina's eyebrows lifted. "And what did you say about that to her? Considering who they really are to each other?"

I don't think I'll ever get used to conversing about this with Henry, she thought.

"Well, I said that it was cool she finally met the woman I talked about a lot since she brought me back home. Especially since you were all barky at Emma finding out I used Miss Blanchard's credit card when I ran away again and you didn't want her there when you confronted her. They could've met then, but that's not the point really. They did now and I didn't go and ask her how cool was it meeting her daughter," he said with a touch of annoyance. "I know better, Mom."

"I know that, Henry." She smirked patiently at him. "I just… know how exciting this is for you."

He pulled up a chair next to her and smiles guiltily. "Yeah. I know. But this is different. I know Miss Blanchard doesn't remember her yet. The cool thing is this though! She told me that Emma seemed familiar to her."

"I wonder if their meeting is what… woke Mr. Doe…?" she asked pensively. Regina wondered what other events were transpiring in her town as a result of Emma's presence and influence on the curse.

He grinned at his mother's insight. "I didn't even think about that!"

Regina couldn't help but roll her eyes and chuckle softly. "Well, it takes a keen eye to watch your hard work come apart at the seams, my dear…"

Again, the mayor found herself speculating. What condition would Charming be in? What would he remember? Anything? Regina had never had any intention of him waking, so she was clueless as to what state he'd be in.

"Ouch. Sorry, Mom." He sulked in the chair, realizing that just because he was happy, his mother was not for so many reasons. She was physically and emotionally trying to heal in finding love again with Emma.

And she doesn't believe they'll get back together either. There's still so much to fix to make mom and everyone happy here in town. Especially after the curse breaks!

Regina nodded. "Thank you, Henry. Dr. Whale says that… if the next day or so goes well, I may be able to go home."

That brightened his expression. "Really? That's even earlier than he thought."

She was relieved to see Henry was happy with that news. Brown eyes danced at that. "I'm tougher than he realized."

"Well, his mistake." He grinned. "Shouldn't underestimate you. Cracked ribs or not."

She chuckled softly at that. "Precisely."

Henry joined in with a chuckle, glad to see his mom in better spirits, but it wasn't long until he that thoughtful look came across his features. "So, if you get out early, what's the plan?"

"You're the smart one in this family," Regina replied. "You tell me."

Because, obviously, the details of daily life would go back to normal. Henry was asking about the one area of their lives where she had no idea how to handle things: Emma. Regina was genuinely curious to what strategy her son would have since he'd brought them together in the first place.

"Well, first things first. What did you two talk about?" When he left, he was good to his word and allowed both his mothers time to talk it out. He was respectful of Regina's wishes in not talking about it just yet, but Henry really needed to know now how things went in order to plot.

Regina sighed and looked out the window for a moment, her mind going back to Emma's visit and what they'd said to each other.

I just know that I haven't felt the way I feel about you… in a very long time. And that alone terrifies me. But, it's… it felt exhilarating… to be with you, to be in love with you.

Regina's gaze shifted back to Henry. "I told Emma that I'd fallen in love with her. And… she told me that I betrayed her worse than anyone she's ever been with."

"But that means you just have to try harder to prove you've changed," Henry said confidently. "You guys are true loves. She doesn't get that, but you do. There has to be a way for you guys to get back together again, and that's what we focus on. Operation Moms."

"Operation Moms is it?" she repeated, unable to hide her smile.

"Well, I think it's an awesome name. Unless … you'd want me to name it after another deadly creature?" he joked back.

Regina chuckled softly. "This is nice and personal. I appreciate you… giving us a name."

He beamed with joy that his mother liked it so much. "So then it's official. Operation Moms and Cobra are in both effect! We just need to figure out a plan to get you guys together again since Operation Cobra's going so well. Emma's really ending up where she needs to be!"

Regina frowned thoughtfully. "What is Emma doing since she's staying in town? She doesn't exactly strike me as the independently wealthy sort."

Henry's eyes widened, feeling completely foolish that he forgotten to tell his mother such important news about Emma! He got so sidetracked with Charming waking up.

"She's accepted the deputy position!" he answered excitedly. "Sheriff Graham somehow convinced her."

"What?!" Regina yelped, then hissed in pain when her ribs shifted. "He offered her that position?!"

"Mom!" He shifted in his chair, touching Regina's shoulder with a pained looked. "Please stop hurting yourself."

She nodded stiffly. "Sorry, my prince. I just get very caught up in all of this happening… Emma accepted the position as deputy. In Storybrooke. I don't believe it. Nor do I believe that Graham would offer her that job without talking to me first."

Frowning, Henry let his hand go with a shrug. "You can't stop believing that she's supposed to be here. If you do, then it'll make it harder for you to think you guys belong together. I know you hate what Graham did because he didn't talk to you, but he's helping to keep Emma here!"

If he was honest with himself, this would be a dream come true. He could have both of his moms raising him, together! That hadn't been on his agenda when he went to Boston to find Emma. It also never occurred to him that his moms were destined for one another with so many years between them, a curse to break, and his adoptive mother being the evil queen and Emma being the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming. But now that it was possible? His craving for his real family had caused tunnel vision, not realizing that Regina was part of that and had always been part of that, and now, they could all have their happy endings together. Even after the curse broke. It would just take time for everyone to come around to the idea that his mother was on a real slow path to redemption, and he was still confident that Emma could help everyone understand.

Regina blinked at him, then understood how he'd taken her words. "Right. Henry, I know… it's just…" She shook her head. "I suppose I'll have to get her a 'welcome to the team' sort of gift, hm?"

His eyes lit up. "That's a great idea!" But his excitement waned as he had no idea what that gift should be. Eyes furrowed to think of something, but he came up empty. "But what do you get her?"

She wasn't sure either. What would be appropriate? It wasn't as if there'd ever been a new hire in Storybrooke's history! Regina pursed her lips, thinking about what would be a nice gesture without making Emma jumpy.

"Perhaps something in Mr. Gold's shop…" Regina replied pensively. "After all, if something is worth giving… or giving back… he likely has possession of it at this point and time."

A/N - So, what will Regina give Emma to get the ball rolling again? ;)