When Archie and Henry arrived, Regina taught Emma how to shift the protection spell to let them in. Regina was surprised to get a long hug from Henry, especially since he paid so little attention to Emma. "Still hates me?" Emma asked the therapist once Henry made his way towards the kitchen.

"He doesn't hate you," Archie promised. "He hates when the people around him keep secrets from him, and he doesn't think you've told him everything about the two of you or about what happened to Regina."

"Of course not." Emma scoffed. "He's just a kid."

"Exactly why he's upset." Archie stepped closer to Henry's brunette mother, eyes meeting hers kindly. "How are you, Regina?"

Regina glanced at Emma and then back at Archie. "Afraid," she admitted softly.

That was how the three of them ended up sitting around the dining room table, Archie on one side and the women on the other. Emma had her hand protectively over Regina's. "What do you plan to do next?" the therapist asked. "Now that the evidence has been destroyed, it's going to be harder to round up the culprits."

"It's not all gone," Emma replied. "The lab still has the information from Regina's rape kit. We can still get them."

"Is that what you want?" Archie turned his focus back to Regina. "To get them?"

"I…" Regina faltered, not entirely sure. She was exhausted from another nearly sleepless night, and the fact of having to interact with someone who wasn't Henry or Emma was a bit overwhelming. "Yes."

The therapist nodded. "I hope you'll be careful, Regina, given what's happened when you've tried to get justice in the past."

"Hey." Emma shot Archie a glare. "She's not like that anymore."

"Which is exactly why you need to be careful. You've made progress, Regina, and I don't want you to lose sight of that. The line between justice and vengeance is easy to blur."

Regina nodded calmly. "I just want to feel safe again," she said softly, eyes on the table.

"Leaving Storybrooke may be worth consideration," Archie said.

"Not a chance," Emma shot back. "This is Regina's home. Henry's, too. We're not going anywhere."

"I understand that it would feel like letting them win, Emma," Archie replied. "But it would ensure Regina's safety. No one can cross the town line without losing the memories of their true identities. No one except the two of you and Henry." He paused, waiting for Regina to look up so he could make eye contact again. "You might be able to be live a perfectly safe life in Storybrooke," he told her. "You have allies, and you have magic. And with time you'll be better equipped to face the people who have hurt you, but it won't be easy."

Regina considered. "I don't even know exactly who hurt me. Everyone's a possibility."

"You need to determine if that's something you can live with, or if you'll be happier somewhere new."

Emma was about to speak up when Henry called from the kitchen. Regina left to help him with whatever he was attempting to eat, muttering something to Emma about not letting her son destroy the kitchen.

Emma moved to follow Regina, but Archie spoke much more sharply than usual. "Sit down. We're not finished." He waited for Emma to sink back down into her chair. "I wish as much as you do that you could catch these guys, but you need to be realistic. You need to do what's best for Regina or get out of her life."

"I'm not going anywhere," Emma insisted.

"Then don't push her down the path to vengeance. There's no telling if she'll ever come back from it."

Emma tried her best not to get furious, since that was often when her magic acted up. It would be fine, no matter what Archie said. Regina had no interest in vengeance. And Emma was going to take care of everything for her.

"Did you have a good night at Archie's?" Regina asked as she cleaned up the cereal that Henry had somehow managed to get everywhere. He was as bad now as he had been as a toddler. But it was comforting, having a mess that she could actually take care of.

Henry shrugged, swallowing so not to speak with his mouth full. He knew that was in no way allowed. "Okay, I guess." He studied her for a minute, eyes full of concern. "Did Doctor Whale hurt you?"

She knew Henry had no particular love for the doctor, so for once she felt able to tell the truth. "He did. He was in charge of everything."

"Is he going to jail?"

Regina dumped the cereal she'd collected in her hand into the garbage. "No, Henry. I don't think he is."

"I wish he would."

Regina took a seat beside her son, ruffling his hair lightly. "Me, too," she said, her voice wavering. "But Storybrooke is a strange place. We don't always follow the laws like we should." She considered what Archie had said minutes earlier and drew her hand back to her lap. "If we moved away, would you be okay with that?"

Henry looked up at her, startled, speaking with his mouth full this time. "But Emma!"

"I think she'd come with us," Regina reassured him. "We'd have to say goodbye to a lot of other people, but not Emma."

Henry choked down his food. "Would you be happy again?"

Regina just stared at him for a moment, the question barely registering. When had she ever been happy? Maybe in some of Henry's earliest childhood memories, back before their relationship got strained. "It's going to take some time," she admitted.

She was far from happy now, but having Henry concerned about her well-being brought a slight smile to her face. And then Emma joined them, having let Archie out, and Regina smiled a bit bigger.

This was all she needed. Not magic, not power, not vengeance. And while she knew it would be a long time before she healed, if she ever did, maybe she could find some sort of peace with this strange little family.

"Archie said you can do magic," Henry told Emma as she came to stand behind Regina, setting her hands on the mayor's shoulders. "Is that true?"

"Looks like it, kid." She gave Regina's shoulders a gentle squeeze. "I'm stealing all your mom's magic."

Regina could see the gears turning in Henry's head as he put together this information with his reading from the day before. As he realized that his mothers were, in fact, meant to be. "So is it dark magic?" he asked.

"The distinction isn't as clear as it sounds," Regina explained. "The darkness or lightness of magic is based more on the intent behind the power than the power itself. Mine certainly tends dark, but I'm sure Emma will find the good in it."

"But she can do all those terrible things? Like pulling out hearts?"

Regina bit her lip, considering. "Usually that has to be taught, but since Emma has access to my power, it's possible that she can use my knowledge as well. But I would never teach her or anyone else to do that. You cross a line when you do it, when you literally hold someone's life in your hand." She glanced up at Emma. "We can test your abilities. See if you can do the things that must be taught. If not, I can show you how to perform glamours and such.

Emma leaned down to kiss the top of Regina's head. "Let's save magic lessons for another day," she suggested. "I was thinking I'd go pick up more groceries, if that's okay."

"Just don't end up in the hospital again," Regina told her.

Emma strode through the doors of the hospital and, without asking, up to Sidney's room. That was the nice thing about this small-town hospital – patients were easily found.

Although Sidney was harder to find than most, every inch of him wrapped in gauze. It was only by the medical chart that she knew it was him. She stood over his bed, not sure if there was any chance he could hear her.

"I'm glad you didn't die," she said coldly. "You'll be in constant pain, and who knows what you'll look like when you come out of this." She paused, glancing up at the monitors as if they meant anything to her. "If you come out of this."

"He'll live," a voice said from behind her, and Emma turned to see Dr. Whale. "He'll be even uglier than before, but he's receiving excellent care."

Emma just stared at him, words not coming. It had been so much easier with Sidney, but her hate towards Whale was all consuming. How could she even begin to berate him? Where could she start? This was all his fault, and seeing him undo Regina last night…

Regina was never going to have to see him again, she promised herself.

"Why don't you run home to your little girlfriend?" he said, coming closer. "How is Regina?"

"Don't you dare say her name," Emma growled.

"I'll say it as much as I want," he replied, a smile creeping onto his lips. "I made her mine, after all. Over and over again."

"Shut up."

"I did things to her she never dreamed of," Whale continued. "And while I have no doubt that you're good in bed, I don't know if you'll ever live up to what she got from me."

It only took a gesture at the door to close and lock it, and then Emma sent a burst of magic that knocked Whale against the wall hard. She quickly closed the distance between them. "What she got from you?" She hit him, doing her best to hold back the magic so that she could feel her actual fist connect with his face. "You took everything from her."

"Are you jealous, Emma?" he asked, touching the bruising skin lightly. "Jealous that I had her first?"

Emma didn't even attempt to respond that of course she wasn't jealous, that she'd rather go her whole life never touching Regina than hurt her like Whale had. She just stared at him hard, finally seeing a slight flicker of fear in his eyes, and then she did it.

She reached out, something indescribable flowing through her and showing her what to do. The next thing she knew, there was a warm, pulsing, glowing heart in her hand and Whale's face was screwed up in pain.

She wanted to say something, to bring him lower than he'd brought Regina. To make him suffer. But she was too angry to think, let alone speak. She just wanted him gone.

It was surprisingly easy to squeeze his heart to dust.