A/N: Spoilers for Season 3. Un-betaed. Standard Disclaimers. Please excuse gross grammatical errors. Reviews welcome. I will most likely incorporate some elements of the new season in these one shots, but some chapters might be a complete departure from current events in S3. Enjoy!

She was nothing but a lost girl. Trapped on an island of insanity, the promise of leaving an orphan, and of having her son reject her once and for all, Emma was understandably overwhelmed. To add to her anxieties, her father had been behaving strangely all night, Mary Margaret had that constant sympathetic yet guilty look in her eye, Hook was pushing to know the real "Swan" and Regina, well Regina was being a right bitch. Some truce, Emma thought morosely, as she stared into the small campfire Hook had allowed them to build.

All around her, the sounds of the dark forest permeated her ears. As it turned out, she appeared to be the only one of their cohort who could hear the muffled cries of abandoned children in the night. Since setting foot on the devilish island, Emma had done her fair share of crying, and longed for the days when she could pick up, get into her bug, and drive to the docks at 3am to let her emotions loose, on her own terms, away from the preying eyes of half of Storybrooke. Alas, Neverland offered no escape from her emotions. It seemed everyone was rawer here, much more vulnerable: Regina in her hostility, Snow in her belief, Charming in his roguish attitude, Hook in his quest to drown his own demons in rum.

Looking away from the fire at her sleeping compatriots, Emma's teary eyes landed on the lump that was Regina, and was immediately startled to find chocolate irises staring right back at her. For a moment, neither woman moved. Emma didn't attempt to wipe away the tears that were now liberally escaping, and Regina didn't hide her shock or empathy for her son's blonde mother.

Now, given Regina's somewhat erratic behavior since landing on Neverland's shores, Emma was expecting several things: perhaps a sneer, perhaps a quip about how she should be more Savior-like, perhaps a comment about getting her act together so they could rescue HER son. Yes, given Regina's behavior, any of those scenarios was a fair guess about what could happen when a former Evil Queen found a Lost Girl turned Savior openly weeping at 2am. But what actually happened was much better.

Regina rose regally, like the queen she once was, quietly slinked across the length of the campsite, and primly joined Emma on her log. Without uttering a word, she opened her arms and drew a reluctant Savior to her chest. She even dared to run her fingers through blonde hair, much like she used to comfort Henry when he was ill. "It's going to be okay."

Emma pulled away from Regina enough to meet her gaze head on.

"He said Henry will hate me. He said that Henry will feel so abandoned that he'll want to stay here. I didn't want to leave him Regina. I wasn't ready to be a mom. And then he got you, and he had everything I didn't: warm embraces, home-cooked meals, a parent who loved him, took care of him, and never raised a hand to him."

Emma took a breath, and continued in a whisper, "He isn't a lost boy. If anything, he's lucky that he has this whole big family all to himself. I never had that. And after this, I might not ever get it."

Emotionally exhausted, she once again dropped her head to Regina's shoulder as a fresh wave of tears erupted.

For her part, Regina took this time to drop her tough woman facade and simply comfort her son's other mother. Away from the prying eyes of her former enemies, Regina could simple be the mother, the lover, and the friend. Rubbing comforting circles on the Savior's back, she mumbled, "It's alright Emma. We'll find him. He won't be lost much longer."

Hugging the blonde closer to her body, she whispered, "You're not lost anymore. I won't let him take Henry or your parents from you. I promise."

At Regina's quiet yet determined words, Emma looked up at the woman who had gone from her son's adopted mother, to full on arch-nemesis, to friend. For the first time since they set foot on the island, Emma allowed a bit of hope to blossom in her chest. How could they fail if the fiercest woman, who brought an entire realm to its knees, was fighting for her?

"Are you just doing this because we have a truce?" Curiosity was evident in Emma's tone as she waited for Regina's response.

Chocolate eyes met inquiring emerald as Regina replied, with a hint of a smile.

"No dear, I'm doing this because of you."

And in the light of the dying fire, two mouths met in a sweet kiss, one that erased pain and instilled hope, one that communicated more things than words ever could.

"Come now," Regina said, standing and offering her hand to Emma, "we both need sleep."

"Will you stay with me?" A tremble was barely discernable in the Savior's question.

"Of course, dear. Always."