A/N: I haven't been responding to comments because most of them involve questions that could only be answered with spoilers. But know that I appreciate them!
After dinner and a brief walk around Main Street, Emma found a movie on the hotel TV and put it on while she and Regina curled up in bed. "It's almost like we're a normal couple," the blonde said suddenly.
Regina smiled, nuzzling closer. "I wouldn't know."
"I haven't really done normal much myself," Emma replied. "But I hear it's something like this."
"I think I could be happy," Regina said. It was hard, after all that she'd been through, to imagine happiness, and she knew that once the lights went out she'd be plagued again with terrible memories. But the thought of starting out somewhere new with Emma and Henry certainly had its appeal.
"You mean here?" Emma asked. "I like it, too." When they were out on their walk, Emma had been glad to see that people there were friendly, but not as intensely in each other's business as they were in Storybrooke. There were none of the odd looks Emma had received when she first showed up in Maine. Just smiles and good evenings, people continuing on their way. Nobody batted an eye when she caught Regina's fingers with her own and held on all the way back to the hotel.
"I mean with you." Regina brushed her lips against Emma's cheek. "But here is nice. We can go look at a couple of listings tomorrow."
Emma turned off the TV. "Well, let's get you some sleep first." She was still concerned, even though Regina seemed to have benefitted from her nap in the car.
Emma curled herself protectively around Regina after they'd turned off the lights. She was awake long after Regina fell asleep, watching the brunette in the dim light that came through the blinds.
How anyone could dare touch the woman she'd come to love so much, Emma still couldn't understand. She couldn't help thinking about David. She hadn't punished him nearly enough, she knew. She'd have to find him again when they returned to Storybrooke. And for Regina's sake, she didn't have to use magic. There were other ways.
She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the images of him looming over the battered Regina she'd found in the hospital basement.
Henry began a list of his observations.
After pouring over the book in which he'd found the answer to why Emma had magic in the first place, he'd determined that it was possible for Emma to access some of his mom's magical memory. She could very well have soaked in the knowledge of how to steal hearts. It was horrifying but true.
After he was supposed to be in bed, he crept down to the B&B lobby and found the latest newspaper on a table. Whale's death was front page news, and Henry took notes.
He'd been with Regina when it happened, playing chess. She couldn't have killed him.
Henry couldn't even begin to process the implications. Emma had lied to him, she'd used dark magic, she'd killed someone. And even though Whale was definitely a bad guy, killing was serious business.
How could she?
And then he remembered the evening before Whale's murder, when they'd gotten Emma from the hospital. They'd seen Dr. Whale, and then his mother had fallen apart in the car. Henry had never seen her cry like that.
The doctor must have done something really horrible, Henry thought. He replaced the newspaper and returned to the floor where Ruby and Granny lived and where he was staying. Before returning to bed, he opened Ruby's door a crack and peeked inside.
Ruby was fast asleep, and she didn't stir when Henry picked across the room to steal the police file.
Regina was not in any way better in the morning. If anything, she was worse. Despite Emma's insistence that they have breakfast first thing, the dizziness overtook Regina before she could even make it into the shower once they'd returned from the meal. She decided to skip showering and just change into the new clothing she'd bought on their walk the night before, but before she could even finish dressing her head began to spin. The nausea was harsher this time, impossible to fight.
Emma could hear Regina in the bathroom through the thin wall that separated it from the bedroom. She stayed in bed, covering her face with her hands when she heard Regina emptying her stomach.
She knew she should go to Regina, to see if she was okay, but Emma couldn't seem to budge. "No," she whispered. "Regina, no."
Emma jiggled her leg up and down impatiently as she waited in the infirmary. The nurse just needed to come out here and tell her that it was all a big misunderstanding.
Or Neal could appear and tell her that these last few months had all been a big misunderstanding. But Emma was too old to believe in fairytales.
"Congratulations," the nurse said tonelessly as she returned to the room. Emma wanted to punch the smirk off her face. There was nothing to congratulate her about, and the nurse knew it. The last thing the 17-year-old prisoner wanted was to find out that she was pregnant.
"Maybe the test went wrong," Emma suggested, her voice frantic. "Can't I take another one? Or maybe there's some other thing to check? Please?"
"Stop wasting my time, Swan," the nurse told her. "Get out of here."
When Emma returned to the hotel room, Regina was a lot less dizzy and was bent over the real estate listings with a pen. The blonde stayed by the door, steeling herself, the plastic bag from the drug store feeling impossibly heavy.
"I'm sorry you went to the store for nothing, but I'm feeling so much better now," Regina said, not glancing up from the houses. "I don't think I need to take anything."
Emma advanced slowly, her voice soft and serious. "Regina, I need to ask you to do something for me."
At that, Regina set down her pen and turned to face Emma. The blonde looked frighteningly unhappy, and Regina took the hand that wasn't holding the bag between both of hers. "Anything, Emma. What's wrong?"
Emma reluctantly retrieved her hand and pulled the box out. "I really hope I'm wrong," she said, voice wavering with tears.
Regina stared blankly at the pink box for a moment, the words on it blurring in front of her.
"I just had all the same symptoms with Henry…"
"You think I'm pregnant." Regina said each of the words slowly and deliberately, taking the test in her trembling hands.
"Everything was so rushed when we got to the hospital with the surgery and the rape kit and I don't know if they ever gave you the pills." Emma couldn't hold back any longer, the tears streaming down her face.
Regina could hardly follow what Emma was saying, between the shock of the suggestion and her immediate impulse to soothe the blonde. She stood up and wrapped her arms tight around Emma. "Please don't cry."
But now that the dam had opened Emma was helpless to stop it. "I hate that you have to go through all this. I hate it so much. I just want it to be behind us."
Emma had finally reached her breaking point, and she clung to Regina as if somehow the brunette could fix everything. "I know," Regina whispered. "I know, I know." She set down the pregnancy test so that she could hold Emma better, so that she could cling herself.
They stayed like that for a while, Emma sobbing into Regina's shoulder, Regina shedding her own tears as well. When Emma quieted, Regina kissed her wet cheek.
"I suppose I should find out," Regina said, trying to be brave.
Mary Margaret was ashen when she answered the door, her eyes rimmed with red. Henry was becoming so accustomed to the grownups around him falling apart that he hardly even noticed. "Henry," she said, surprised. "Come in."
Henry made his way to the table, dropping his backpack to the ground before sitting and taking in his surroundings. There was no sign of David, and the apartment was messier than he'd ever seen it. "Where's Grandpa?"
Mary Margaret sat down across from him with a sigh. "Not here."
"Oh." Henry glanced down at his bag, considering. "I don't know if I should talk to you about this."
Mary Margaret nodded, as if this was just any day and he was telling her about a classroom project. "Guy stuff?"
"No. Mom stuff."
She bit her lip, remembering the scene that had taken place the day before. "He is not the right person to talk to about your mothers right now."
Henry frowned. "Well, I can't talk to Ruby or she'll know I took-" He stopped short, realizing that he'd revealed too much.
"Henry," Mary Margaret said, scolding gently. "I know that things have been confusing lately, but you know that stealing is wrong. What did you take?" When Henry didn't answer, she picked up his backpack and emptied the contents onto the table. There were all of the usual Henry necessities, books and papers and pencils.
"That," Henry said sheepishly, pointing out a file folder. Mary Margaret pulled it from the pile, seeing Regina's name and the date Emma found her in Ruby's neat script.
"This is serious," she said, holding the folder and not daring to open it. "You can't take police things, Henry."
"I need to understand," he insisted, and Mary Margaret reluctantly flipped the file open.
It was small, since the fire at the station had destroyed most of the evidence, but Ruby had recreated what she could from memory. And it was still shocking. Mary Margaret had seen Regina bloodied and bruised, but she'd never imagined how deep the damage went. The list of people known to be involved was longer than she could have expected.
"I'm trying to figure out what Dr. Whale did," Henry directed. "So I can figure out why Emma killed him."
"Emma?" Mary Margaret gasped. She would never have believed it had she not seen her daughter attack her husband. Well, former husband. "Henry, you really shouldn't be involved in this. This is serious."
"I need to know what happened." When Mary Margaret looked up, Henry was frustrated to the point of tears. "Please. Tell me."
"You know that people hurt your mother in all sorts of ways," Mary Margaret said, resigned. "But there were a few men who did really, really terrible things."
"Like Dr. Whale?"
"Yes." She scanned down the paper in front of her, considering how much she should tell and how much she should hold back. "Dr. Whale, Mr. Glass… David."
Henry's eyes went wide with the last name. "He did?"
It was the first time Mary Margaret had admitted it out loud. "Yes," she said softly. "He did horrible, horrible things."