"I really don't think this is a good idea."
"Well, let me know when you have a better one."
"Emma, Baelfire is right," her father said, and everyone looked at him in surprise. "This might not work, and even if it does, what makes you think a seven-year-old can run a kingdom?"
"Better than a five-year-old."
"I guess so. But considering you know this isn't really about Christine, why go through with it?"
"It is about her, it's just also about Henry."
"Emma," said Snow gently. "Think about this logically. We're outnumbered."
"But they'll be distracted."
"The odds of success are fairly low," said Nancy.
"Don't you have a boyfriend to go talk to?"
"Um, if my sister is storming a kingdom, so am I."
"No, Nancy! You and Neal and Tommy all have to stay back at the camp!"
"Yeah, that's not gonna happen," Neal said.
"Neal, no. You could get hurt."
"So could you."
"It's different."
"I'm coming too," Tommy added.
"None of you should be doing this," said Snow. "I want all my babies safe."
"Who's watching Henry?" Emma asked suddenly.
"Rachel's watching him, too. Actually, I think she took them all out to pick berries." Rachel was watching Christine while they made their attack.
"Ok."
"So, we doing this, or what?" Nancy asked.
"I guess we're doing this. Tommy, you have the picture I asked you to draw?"
He nodded and handed it to her. "What's it for, exactly?"
"The picture is going to be a distracting for the woman, the one who's trying to put the kid on the throne. We'll put it in place of the picture of the king. Once she gets distracted, that's when we pull the kid out of the carriage and bring him somewhere safe."
''You really don't think she'll notice that?"
"I'm sure she will, but not in time to stop us."
"Ok, but once we have the kid, that's when we ambush the carriage?"
"Right."
"What makes you think she'll get Christine on the throne? They still have laws."
"If we threaten her life, she can make it work."
"Emma, this whole thing is super questionable," Snow said. "I'm not even sure Christine rightfully has claim to the kingdom."
"Why not? She's the queen's daughter. She's the oldest child of the monarch. That gives her the claim to the throne."
"But as soon as the queen died, Andrew technically became the king; he would have had his father as his regent. That means he's already the sitting king, and removing him would be complicated. Also, they have laws."
"Why does it matter that the queen never married Christine's father?"
"I'm not saying it should. But it does."
"Well, I never married Baelfire, but Henry would still hold the claim to our kingdom."
"Sure, but we don't have such a law."
"We might," said David.
"What?!"
"A matter for another time. Maybe Christine should have the throne. But is it really worth it?"
"It's her birthright."
"But Emma-"
"I am not having this argument again. We have to deliver the picture soon if we're going to distract the woman at the proper moment."
"Are you delivering the picture?"
"I guess so."
Emma placed the picture in the proper place and went back to the group carefully, waiting for the funeral procession to start.
"Who's grabbing the kid?" asked Bae.
"I can do that too."
"Emma, can you carry a five-year-old boy?"
"I could carry Henry until he was eight."
"Fine. Why did you even need us?"
"For the storming the carriage bit?"
"Right."
The procession began, and Emma went secretly up to the carriage. As hoped, the woman inside was staring at the drawing of Christine, too preoccupied to notice Emma grabbing the boy's hand and pulling him out of the carriage. He screamed, and the woman looked up, but they were already gone. Emma carried him safely over to a small clearing.
"What are you doing?" he asked in a small voice.
"Just stay here. You're safe here. Something is about to happen that's dangerous, but we wanted you here safely."
"Who are you?"
Just a bandit. But maybe not really. "I'm Princess Emma."
She carried the boy back to the castle and let him go in. "Did it work?"
"The woman agreed to try and put Christine on the throne."
"How'd you manage that?"
"We talked to her."
"Good. No harm had to come to anybody."
"This was still a horrible idea."
"I know. Now let's go do it to Regina."
"Regina!"
She whipped around. "Snow?" She chuckled. "What do you think you're doing here?"
"Taking my kingdom back."
"Oh, really? You against magic?"
"Us," Emma corrected, stepping up behind her mother, her father, siblings, and Bae coming up behind her. "And I have magic too."
"Emma!" Snow said suddenly. "You've never been trained, and it's only come out in short spurts. This was your plan? To use magic?"
"Yeah, should I have mentioned that?"
"Yes, you should have mentioned that!"
"Oops. Come on, Regina, let's have a magic fight."
"You can't beat me," said Regina. "It's been a draw for ages."
"Yeah, but I have the motivation."
"The motivation?"
"I'm getting my son his birthright."
"You have a son?"
Dammit. "None of your business."
"If you want your son to be a prince, you could always give him to me."
"Are you crazy?!"
"Perhaps. But if you gave him to me, I would raise him as my own, and make him king someday."
"He's ten, he's been raised, and he won't go with you."
"I can change his memories and make him believe I raised him."
"You're insane. Why would I ever do that?"
"Well, your son would have what you believe is his birthright."
"No," said Emma. "I'm not giving you Henry."
"Henry?" Regina frowned for a moment, and in that moment Emma threw at her the weapon she had been concealing: A vial of fairy dust.
"Emma, where did you get that?" Snow asked, as they watched Regina crawl around as a bug.
"A fairy."
"Yeah, but-"
"Best not to question it. Let's put her in a jar and take our kingdom back."
A/N: The end (This story kind of became ridiculous when I never intended it to be, so there's a ridiculous end and it's just going to be one of those silly ridiculous fanfiction stories, and oh well. Happily ever after for everybody).
