I could really use some prompts!

Regina couldn't believe what was happening. Snow and David were actually in her office, asking for her help. With their child.

Not the child that she was married to, but rather the younger one that suddenly seemed to have the abilities that Emma herself possessed. There was no reason for him to be the Savior, but his True Love magic was starting to blossom.

"What do we do?" Snow asked. "He's too young to be learning how to do magic."

"He's not learning how to do it, he already knows how," Regina said. "He just needs to learn to control it."

"And how do we do that?" David asked.

"You find him a teacher," Regina said. "Someone who knows magic and how to control it."

Snow looked at Regina hopefully. "So you could teach him? He loves you, and I'm sure would love to learn magic from you."

Regina shook her head. "I can't teach him, for the same reason that my teaching of Emma didn't go well. I learn and teach using dark magic. He needs to learn from someone who knows light magic."

"So, Emma?" David asked.

Regina hesitantly nodded. She didn't know how Emma was going to feel about the subject, but she didn't have a choice. If Neal wasn't taught control, he could destroy the whole town with the flick of his wrist.

"We'll go talk to her then," Snow said. "Maybe bringing Neal along would help with her decision to help or not."

Regina smiled. She had a feeling Emma would refuse, Neal there or not. "Good luck to you."

"No," Emma said, setting down her pen to fully glare at her parents. "I am not going to teach Neal magic."

"He already knows it," David said. "That's not what he needs help with."

"He just needs to learn control," Emma said. "It isn't that hard. Tell him to calm down his emotions and he's good to go."

"Emma please," Snow pleaded. "We don't know the first thing about magic, and Regina admitted that she can't teach him because she does dark magic. We can't turn Neal dark."

"Please?" Neal begged, stepping out from behind Snow and David. At 8 years old, Neal had the dark hair and fair skin of Snow, but the baby blue eyes of David. He was a handsome young man, something no one in town neglected to tell him.

"You brought him with?" Emma asked. She glared at Snow and David before crouching down to Neal's level. "I would help you, but I'm not a very good teacher. I barely have control over my magic."

Neal stuck out his bottom lip in the perfect pout. Emma just rolled her eyes. "You know I have the same pout as you and that isn't going to work."

"But I want to learn how to do more magic," Neal whined. "Dad said that I already know it, so why can't you teach me the next step to master it?"

"Because you're 8 years old and don't need to be learning all of that yet," Emma said, standing back up. "Stop thinking about your magic, and it'll leave you alone. Then when you're older, I can teach you."

"How much older do I have to be?" Neal asked.

Emma bit her lip in thought. "8 more years. When you're 16, I'll teach you everything I know."

"Okay," Neal said, satisfied with that answer. "Come on Mom, I want to get home before my show starts."

A few days later, Snow and David again walked into Regina's office, this time with Neal behind them. Emma looked in concern at her parents, which quickly turned to confusion when she couldn't sense anything wrong.

"Can I help you all?" Regina asked. "You seem to be interrupting my lunch with my wife."

"I know," Snow said apologetically. "But Neal's magic is getting stronger, and he keeps letting it go on other people. Our neighbor downstairs is a frog!"

Neal shrugged. "He sings along horribly to his radio. I figured I would turn him into something else that sings."

Emma covered her mouth to hide her smile. Regina chuckled. "What happened to practicing control?"

Neal shrugged. "Too much work."

Sighing, Regina reached into her desk and pulled out the item that still gave her nightmares. "If you can't learn control, then we'll just have to take away your powers for now."

"Take away my powers?" Neal asked, taking a step back. "I don't want you to do that. I have perfect control. I'll work on it!"

"You need a teacher," Regina said, glancing at Emma. "Otherwise this cuff goes on, and bye bye to magic."

Neal turned his pleading gaze to Emma. "You have to teach me! I have so much to learn, and I don't want to lose my magic."

"Sorry kid," Emma mumbled.

"Emma, you can teach him," Regina said. "He can save his magic, all you have to do is teach him control."

"I am not teaching him anything," Emma said. "Perhaps it's time that he learns that he won't always get everything in life that he's hoping for."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Snow asked.

"You baby him," Emma said, spinning to face Snow. "You're so afraid of losing him that you baby him and make sure he has everything he wants. How do you think that makes me feel? To be the first baby living on the streets, and then the second baby comes along and he gets a nice crib and loving parents."

"We're just trying to make him happy," David argued. "We went through a lot during Snow's pregnancy with Neal. He was brought into the world and then snatched away from us. We need to make up for that."

"And what about me?" Emma asked. "I was snatched away from you and here I am. I didn't see you jumping through hoops to help me with my magic."

"We didn't know how unpredictable you would be," David said. "We're in your life now, doesn't that make up for it?"

Emma rolled her eyes before leaving the room, closely followed by Regina.

"Make up for it," Emma spat. "I can't believe them. They think that being in my life now is an acceptable apology for all of those years in hell? I don't think so."

"It was a poor choice of words," Regina agreed. "But you know what they're getting at. They can't send him somewhere else for his best chance. He has to stay here. And he needs to learn how to control his magic."

"What happens if he doesn't?" Emma asked.

Regina shrugged. "It's never happened before. But I can assume that it would be very bad."

Emma groaned before sighing. "Fine. I'll teach him. But only because you're the one who asked, and I love you."

Regina smiled. "That's my girl."

Fun fact: I wrote this chapter basically half asleep