A/N Sorry for the hiatus (during an actual hiatus). I had two major projects due this week, thank goodness they are done. Now back to some more Swan Queen! This one had a little more Regina for those who missed her in the last chapter.

Please Review!


"HENRY!"

'I'm in trouble!' Henry panicked. He quickly exited out of the internet on his laptop and shut the lid. He picked up his notebook and turned to a page where half of his math work was already completed. Suddenly the door swung open with a bang. His eyes widened as he saw his enraged blond mother.

"Where did you get this!" She screamed waving the note around as she spoke.

Henry held the edges of his computer chair tightly. "I...I-"

"Answer me young man! And don't lie! "Emma yelled again getting closer to his face.

"It came in the mail!" He responded quickly.

"Address?"

"There-there wasn't one. It was just on top of a package."

"What was in the package?" Henry quickly took the book off the desk and pushed it into his mother's hands. "Is this it?" He nodded quickly.

Emma opened the book and flipped through a couple of pages in the middle. "Pinocchio? It is just a kids story book. How old does she think Henry is?" she mumbled closing the book quickly making a loud thumping noise. "How many times has she sent stuff to you?"

"Just once. Three days ago."

"Three days, that was the morning..." Emma blushed a little.

Henry shot her a confused look. "What did you say mom?"

"I should let you get back to finishing your homework." She corrected herself.

"When did you become no fun..." he mumbled as he turned around opening his notebook and wrote something down on his paper.

Emma walked out of the room with his book and studied the cover. "Hey mom?"

"What's up kid?"

"Do you know Regina?"

"How do you know her name?"

"So you do know her!"He said running behind her. "I figured out her name from the book."

"She is in here?"

"Well kinda, I mean she looks like the woman in my dreams, and she-" he suddenly stopped.

"Your dreams?"

"Ummmmm..."

"Henry."

He pointed to the book. "Can I show you something?" Emma let him take the book out of his hand and he flipped to one of the first few pages. He pointed to a picture of a woman in black with a long pony tail. "She looks like this, well sorta." He made a cutting motion with his fingers near his head. "He hair is shorter. And she was, nicer."

Emma turned the book slightly to look of the picture closer. She did kind of look like her. Skimming through the paragraphs on the page, she heard details about how Prince Charming tossed a sword and she transported away. Magic. That would explain the blue ball of light and the launching backwards. "I can see it." she mumbled as she flipped the page to see a picture of a woman in a wedding dress and man in a nice suit.

"What? Do you know her?"

"Maybe. No. Not quite possibly."

"Then you do know her!" Henry exclaimed. "She is real!"

"Yeah. She is real."

Henry turned his head. "Your blushing." His mouth curved into a smile. "Wait, you don't just know her, you like her!"

"What?"

"You don't even notice that?" Emma stared at Henry with a blank look. "Your blushing like Jake next door when he looks at you."

"Oh that man. Let me tell you how much he annoys me. I mean, come on, can't he tell I am not into him!" Emma joked.

"Mom! Your getting off topic." Henry took the book and held it against his chest. "Can you tell me about her."

Emma shook her head. "I need to tell you a secret." Henry moved closer. "You got to promise, cause your my best friend."

"I'm your kid. Not like I can tell anyone."

"I have those, dreams you call them, too." She whispered into Henry's ear.

"No way."

"Yeah and they happen at the worst time and when I sleep and when I cook food."

"And when I am in math class." He added.

Emma laughed patting him on the back. "I get it kid."

"So have you met her?"

She lifted up her left hand with two fingers up. "Twice. First when we were eating breakfast and again I saw her at the Corner Cafe this afternoon. She said that you were her son. You know anything about that."

"Was that the morning you were wearing lips stick? I didn't even know you had lipstick."

"No I wasn't."

Henry laughed. "Your lips were all red when you came back in. There is no way that was way your lips actually look." He thought for a moment. "Moooom..."

"What?"

"Please don't tell me you kissed her." Emma turned away and walked into the kitchen. Henry followed her close behind. Henry almost started to talk but Emma turned on the gas knob to the stove lighting a fire.

"Would you like some Coco?"

"Ewwwwwww. You did kiss her!" Henry said sticking out his tongue.

"No she kissed me! Now would you please get me the cinnamon!" She said quickly trying to avoid the subject.

Henry quickly snatched the can of cinnamon canister off the kitchen table. He shoved it into her hands and then continued. "So was she nice, I mean of course she was nice, but like how was she?"

"Henry!"

"What? I want to know about her!"

"Well I don't want to talk about her, I want to talk about what you have seen." She said as she took the teapot off of the kettle. She poured the hot water into two separate mugs.

Henry grunted as he went into the refrigerator and pulled out the whipped cream. "I have had a few memories of playing games, going to the park, one where she said I was going to therapy or something."

She snatched the can from Henry's hands and shook it up. "I mean like specific stuff."

"Well, I called her mom..."

"She said you were her son."

They were silent for a few minutes. "Mom, I am scared." He said very quietly. Henry knew it had been quite a long time since he had shed a tear, yet his eyes start to burn and his face turned red.

Emma placed the can down on the counter and wrapped her arms around him. He ground him forehead into her shoulder. "This is so stupid."

"It is okay Henry!"

"I just don't know what is going on in my head! It is like my memories are all messed up!"

"Henry listen." She let go and bent down a little bit to look directly into his eyes. "You have no reason to be scared. I am scared. Okay. But you know what, we are going to get through this together." Henry silently nodded quickly wish his mouth closed very tightly. "But for right know, I want you to not to try to contact Regina. If you see her at all, you need to tell me right away, you got it."

"Alright mom."


Regina collapsed back onto the hotel bed and sighed. Her day was a not the way she had planned. Then again none of her trip had really gone the way she had planned. Planning had always gone so well for her in the past, but for the first time in her life, she decided to just run with it.

Coming back to this realm was one of the best choices for her. She had grown accustom to it. For almost half her life she had lived her, in the day that never ended, never changed. She was good at performing it's strange tasks and learning the skills necessary for her to succeeded as mayor. And believe it or not, it satisfied her for some time.

No it didn't. That was just a lie that she told herself to keep sanity. It only took her three days for her to become incredibly bored with the consistent way it worked. Same routine every day. Never changing.

And she knew why she had become bored too; No one truly loved her.

Graham's heart had been commanded him to love her, even though her countless signs of dismantlement, he kept coming back. She cursed herself for doing this during her time in Storybrooke. She had done it in the Enchanted Forest it appeared customary. The king had taken dozens of mistresses to be at his disposal. It seemed only fitting that she do the same.

The Huntsman was strong and became a good lover, but she was not pleased. She never had been. But she never could figure out why he could not satisfy her. It wasn't until the day when Peter Pan's cures took every one back that she realized why she was different.

For a woman to lust after another woman was frowned upon in the Enchanted Forest. She had always been fascinated by it, but she never noticed the signs. When Emma took Emma's hand in her's, it just felt right. Even though gloves stood between their hands, she felt like there was no other place she hand belonged the with Emma's.

She felt jealous of Neal, whom Emma shared a child. Jealous of Hook, who got the privilege of a kiss from her (Which he unfortunately boasted about over dinner causing Regina to grip a crystal wine glass to tightly). Jealous of her son, who remembered Emma in the place of her.

But the most painful thing was spending time with Snow once they returned to the Enchanted forest. She had become tolerable, she accepted their acquaintanceship mainly because she was Emma's mother. Of course she told everyone that it was because Henry would have wanted it. She actually only admitted out loud once her hearts feelings when it was too late. Snow, not knowing about what Regina felt, set her up with a man from the enchanted forest. Yes he was nice to her, and his son was such a cute kid, but she clearly did not have the same feelings as he did for her.

Before she left, he had kissed her for the first time. She knew by this that he truly did like her, but she didn't want to tell him otherwise. Rather, she used it as a cover up for what her heart really felt for Emma. This had worked until she found Emma and she couldn't wait any longer. A year was too much time. Her plan did not originally include kissing Emma, but of course, she changed it at the last minute.

It was unfair. Every time she believed she had feelings for a person, it never worked out. Would it ever work out? Was she just not meant to fall in love. "Going home is starting to sound like a good option." she mumbled rolling over onto her stomach so she could retrieve a picture from her coat pocket.

Henry.

She had not seen him yet. There were no new pictures on the walls, nothing that was not taken by her. She had gotten to their apartment well after he had already left for school and when she talked to Emma, she hadn't even seen him. Henry loved her. He told her that before she replaced her face in his memories with Emma's. Love was meant to be for her. "Just a few more days..." she said slipping the picture back into her pocket and rubbing her aching head with her hand.

I wasn't just for her that she was her, a fact she often forgot. It was her duty to get them stop a certain wicked witch, Zelena. Pain in the butt that woman was.

"Yes, I will wait at least until I see my son again."


There was a crash other room, barely audible through the music blaring out through his ear buds.

Henry looked up from his comic book and took out his ear buds. She must have knocked another plate off the counter. "Mom?"

No response.

"Crap!" He exclaimed tossing away his book and phone rushing out of his room.

On the floor, he found his mother collapsed on the floor unfortunately on top of what once was a glass of water, but now is a pile of glass. He grabbed her shoulder and shook it. "Mom! Mom get up!"

Emma's eyes flew open gasping at the pain and sitting up. Her hands instantly rose to the spot on her head that hurt her and found it wet with fresh blood. "Henry."

"I'm on it!" Henry quickly grabbed a dish town and wet it. He moved her head to see the injury. "There is a shard of glass in your head, I don't know what to do!"

"Calm down Henry. Help me up." Emma said holding out her arm for Henry to help pull her up. She carefully walked to the bathroom and examined her forehead. "This doesn't look to good." She said moving her pointer finger toward the small shard that stuck out of her head. When she touched it, she let out a loud hiss in pain. Henry closed his eyes as she quickly put two fingers on it and pulled it out of the cut.

Henry shoved her the towel and she grabbed it, taking off as much blood as she could. "This doesn't look good mom."

"Yeah, but here's the thing. It could have been a lot worse."

"You got blood everywhere, I don't think it could have been any worse."

"No. It could have been two glass shards." She said moving her head in closer to the mirror. She lifted the rag from her head to reveal the deep long gash that was left which still oozed fresh blood. "I think I am going to need stitches."

"Did you have another memory?"

"Why else would I choose to face plant into one of the water glasses?"

"Anything new?"

Emma smiled as she put the rag back onto her forehead. "Actually yes. A different person."

"Who?"

"She said her name was Mary Margret."

With that, Henry's face lit up.