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Chapter 10

On the drive back to the apartment, David had respected his daughter's silence. She had to witness Regina's loss at the hand of Zelena. Something that the shepherd knew all too well when fighting alongside Snow White, that it was never easy accepting helplessness in a situation when it harmed the one that you loved. He was proud of Emma for trying to stand up to the insurmountable odds that the Wicked Witch had at her disposal - controlling Rumpelstiltskin and having more magical power than Regina. Then in the comfort in knowing that the mayor was safe, Emma had inadvertently revealed their intimacy with a public kiss.

He was also not blind in regards to a personal matter. Since the reunion with his daughter, David was well aware of the distance between them. Their relationship had been awkward and strained since the curse broke and similar ages, but it escalated in Neverland. That was when the biggest negative shift of their relationship had taken a hit - learning of his daughter's feelings at being orphaned, knowing Snow was choosing him, staying on the ageless island due to his sickness - all of that on top of the revelation of his wife wanting another child because their chance had passed with Emma. They never had a moment to talk about what happened, to seek a resolution or understanding because of Pan's meddling and curse.

"Pretty sure Henry's asleep by now." He looked at the dashboard, seeing how late it was. Henry was probably a safe topic. "But he'll be happy to know you're home."

"Yeah. Was going to head up and check on him, awake or not," came Emma's dulled reply, clearly distracted.

He looked upon his daughter with a thin-lipped expression, silently debating if it was appropriate to bring up Regina in any context. "Good. I'm sure Snow we'll be happy to see us. Know that we're safe. I'm also sure she's at her wits end by now. Probably tried to convinced Archie to let her come see us if Henry did go to sleep. Then he probably argued her into conceding."

Emma threw him a lethal look. "At least she wasn't there."

His talk of Snow had done exactly what he didn't want to have happen. Shifting in his seat, David lowered his voice and tried to explain. "Emma-"

"No. Please. I'm not ignorant. Don't defend her because we know exactly how tonight would've went down if she was there." She didn't have to extrapolate, knowing that David would understand what she referred to - which wasn't Mary Margaret's safety. "And we're not going to talk about it either unless me and Regina are both present. I just want to be perfectly clear before this comes up in mixed company."

He didn't want to lie to Snow, but then David would be creating a further wedge between him and Emma. The initial feelings of betrayal would be worked out in time with Snow, but going against his daughter's wishes would cause irreparable damage.

"I understand. You have my word, Emma."

"Good," she said with a curt nod and going silent once again.

David just wanted to do what was right for his daughter and as much as he didn't understand what was happening between Emma and Regina, he had to respect his daughter's wishes. But that didn't mean he wouldn't be keeping a more of a watchful eye on the mayor. She may have changed but old habits couldn't die that easily. He would need to be absolutely sure that Regina's intentions towards his daughter were sincere.

Regina had texted Emma, with some consternation and fumbling, to suggest they meet at the vault. Mindful that her phone might be spied on by the other Charming's or even Henry, she left the message short and to the point. Not that Regina was so tech savvy to have any clue how to add anything particularly detailed or cutesy, even if she'd wanted to!

She felt relief permeate her soul when the yellow Bug approached. Regina half-smiled, coming down the steps to greet Emma, who had swiftly closed the distance between them after parking the car.

"Hey you," said the blonde, smiling as she pulled Regina into a fierce hug. "I missed you."

It may have been only one night, but Emma was eager to return to her lover - not that anything out of the ordinary had happened either! David had kept his word, Henry was doing well despite the concern over his mother's job, and no one had blabbed their mouths as to what happened! Ruby had even texted her before Regina's came through, saying that her secret was safe. The waitress then had to take it further and respond with 'Way to go! I knew I smelled Regina on ya at the fight ;)' It was heartening and embarrassing all at once. That just left the disgruntled fairy, Tinkerbell. Emma couldn't predict what she would do, even if the vendetta she had against Regina should have remained buried once getting her wings back.

"Hey. I missed you too, dear." Regina hugged her back, hands sliding up and down her back.

She pulled back though, and guided Emma toward the mausoleum. Regina doubted that Zelena would regard the cemetery as a sacred space, so she didn't want to stay out in the open.

"Did everything go alright last night, after you went back to the apartment?" she asked.

"Yeah. David was understanding. He promised not to say anything and … I believe him. And nothing was weird this morning with Mary Margaret," she explained as they walked into the Mills family crypt. "Henry was passed out when I came home, but he woke up a bit when he heard me checking on him."

"And he's alright? No clue of what transpired last night?" Regina asked as they went down the steps. There was still tightness in her back muscles, she found, despite the painkillers and the evening and morning soaks in the tub. "As close by as the apartment is to Main Street, it's a wonder if he didn't hear anything…"

"Mary Margaret passed it off as late night construction. Which incidentally, won't be a lie because there're crews working on the mess you and Zelena made. So, yeah. He's good." Emma frowned, noticing the slight adjustments that Regina was making as they walked down the steps - using the stone wall for support. "Better question is are you all right?"

"Sore. But, that's what happens when you're thrown into a vehicle and a clock," Regina admitted with a sigh. "But, I'm fine, dear. I've endured far worse."

She turned to her, now that they were safely below ground, and drew Emma into a second embrace. She cupped her cheek, planting a kiss upon her lips. It felt like her heart and soul clicked into alignment, having the savior in her arms.

Emma's frown didn't disappear as they hugged, knowing that if she had been stronger, perhaps Regina wouldn't have been hurt. But that expression melted away once they kissed, feeling that same alignment. She returned the kiss softly, pressing against her as what Emma had been yearning for since leaving Regina's presence was finally secured.

"Mmm. Hi," Regina said, nose-to-nose with her. "I really missed you last night. I felt so alone.

"Having Henry helped…" she confessed softly. "Our love for him got me through the night. And because I had your heart inside me, I could feel your love. I focused on that, like you told me to. But it can never replace this. Being with you ..."

Regina shook her head in wonder that Emma was still saying that and believing it. Her night, alone, had left her exploring her numerous regrets, which included how she had behaved toward Emma and Henry when the blonde had first come to town. She smiled faintly and kissed her again, focusing on what it felt like to have hope.

"We should get to work," Regina said as she drew back again.

Unfortunately… Emma thought, pouting visibly. "Yeah, I guess. I did talk to Belle before heading here. She's going to research what we know so far."

"Good. Thank you," Regina said. "Hopefully, she'll find something worthwhile. It's in her best interests to help us, considering."

She led her deeper into the vault, staring again at the collection of Cora's belongings. Regina folded her arms across her chest, frowning. She didn't know what to look for among her possessions because they'd already searched them, finding the letter about Zelena's prowess with magic there.

Regina picked up one of the treatises on magic and held it out to Emma.

"Here. Let's start with this. Can you read any of it?"

Emma scrunched her face at the symbols, not understanding a single thing, and shrugged. "Do I look like Gandalf?"

"Who? Nevermind. Bad idea."

Emma snapped her mouth closed, all gung-ho on explaining Gandalf and Lord of the Rings but she knew that tone, and knew better than to pursue a conversation when she had to focus on being trained.

The mayor took the ancient book back and set it on the shelf, lost in thought. Regina didn't know how to teach magic. And she had no intention of teaching the way Rumpelstiltskin had instructed her.

"Magic, at its core, is about emotion and passion. Going with your gut and letting your will be done by magical means. I think that's true for light magic as much as it is for dark magic. But, then again, how would I know?" Regina grumbled. "You've shown you can use it when it counts. But, being able to…"

This is hopeless. I don't even know what I'm talking about. She shook her head, moving away from Emma.

"You already know how to use magic. What am I supposed to teach you?"

"Like hell I know how to use magic! It only works when I'm pissed off or in danger. No where near reliable as it needs to be like we talked about. Otherwise I wouldn't have just punched your sister in the face last night," the blonde said, moving closer to Regina. "I need you to show me how I can do that."

"Looked to me like you'd punched her pretty well without me showing you how to do that," Regina smirked, playing with her words.

"So we're back to antagonizing me?" she snapped back. "This is serious Regina."

"Oh, you do have my heart. That sounded more like me than it did you," the mayor chuckled. She sighed then, looking around the vault for inspiration. "Alright. How do I help you control your magic without turning you dark? You see, Rumple had me practice stealing hearts. Making fireballs until I cried. How do I impart that to you without turning you into me?"

"But that isn't you now," she challenged. "There has to be a way to teach me how to control my magic that won't compromise who you are now."

"We just have to be creative? Is that it?" Regina asked with a roll of her eyes. She ran a hand through her hair, pacing. An idea struck her. "Maybe we incentivize your magic. Do a skill right, consistently, and I reward you somehow…"

Emma looked dubious while she narrowed her gazed. "So ... what? You're going to treat me like a dog learning new tricks? Yeah. That sounds so much better."

Regina smirked. She picked up a candle holder, a safe, non-magical item and held it out in her palm. "Take it from me. With magic. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Still not buying it completely, Emma looked from the candle holder, to Regina, and then back to the object in hand. "All right. Just don't be surprised if this doesn't work because the Force isn't strong in this one."

Taking a deep breath, she then shook out her hands and arms, trying to physically loosen up. Magic was the topic at hand, but she needed to relax, or try to at least. Green eyes focused on the candle holder and held out her hand, willing it to be ripped out of Regina's hand towards her own.

Nothing happened.

"Impressive. Most impressive," Regina snarked. "Dig deep, Emma. You have two magical hearts in your chest. Use them."

"Not sure if I'm happy you got the Star Wars reference," she grumbled, and felt herself actually sneering towards the object the mayor was holding. Sneering! As if it were the making light of her instead of her teacher.

With Regina's provocation, Emma refocused her attention. She wanted to shut her lover up and prove to her that the savior could live up to the potential inside her. It was almost like Neverland all over again - Regina getting under her skin to get the desired effect.

Emma painted the picture of what she wanted to occur within her mind and willed it to reality. The candle holder flew out of the mayor's hand and slapped against the palm of the savior's, who was smirking in victory. Just like that. It was so simple and it made Emma wonder why she had the initial difficulty. "There you go, Majesty. One object moved by magic."

She had been advised to use both hearts. There were some consequences to that, namely Regina's sass.

"Well, bravo." Making good on her promise to make this worthwhile, Regina used magic to flick several buttons open on her blouse. The black lace of her bra was now visible. She eyed Emma's reaction as she began to understand the game better. "Make it re-appear, gently, in my hand."

Emma's head canted to the side, eyes zeroing in on Regina's chest. "Did you just …?"

"Mm. I told you I'd incentivize your training. Now, did you hear what I just told you to do?" she asked sternly. Emma had told her this was serious, and so she'd make it. In her own way

"That's a hell of an incentive …" she said, looking up at Regina curiously with an edge in her voice. "And yeah. I did."

She was taking this seriously, but how could anyone fault the savior for stumbling a bit when Regina was undressing! "Don't blame me for being distracted because you caused the disturbance."

Refocusing, Emma decided that as much as she was really liking the incentive, it also doubled as a distraction. But she wasn't going to let that be a deterrent either. She closed her eyes and tried to replicate what had just happened, except willing the object back towards Regina's hand instead. Letting go of the candle holder, she envisioned that desired outcome… and heard the damn thing hit the floor.

Regina rolled her eyes and rebuttoned her blouse. "So much for strip magic."

"It wasn't a bad incentive," Emma admitted with a pout. "Just… kind of distracting too." The blonde then added with a smile, "I really did like it though."

"Well, the idea was to prove you could concentrate and focus on your magic," the brunette replied. "So, I'm open to suggestions on how else to help you gain that control."

"Regina," Emma began, crossing her arms with an amused look, "this is me. How could I not find this idea a stimulating incentive? Just caught me off guard and it was just … hard to get my head back into the lesson. I mean, it wasn't like you were in danger here. Unless you count getting a draft."

Regina tilted her head and stared. "Prove to me that you can control your magic."

The blonde worked her jaw, mildly taken aback by her teacher's lack of sass and atypical Regina-style reactions. She knew why it was the case. It was just another odd adjustment for Emma to accept.

"Just to be clear - if I fuck this up, I'm basically getting the couch tonight, huh?" she asked just as seriously.

Regina folded her arms across her chest and frowned. Yes, she wanted Emma. That was a given. But, after having her backside handed to her by Zelena's magical touch, she also wanted to make sure Emma was going to be as prepared as possible. Making a game of the lessons had set a bad precedent, Regina realized, and she just was not going to encourage that angle further. Emma needed to learn more than anything else.

The savior sighed and knew not to push her luck in asking anything further about the incentive, especially if Regina were serious about withholding! In fact, talking about anything right now was probably a bad idea.

She glanced down at the candlestick on the floor. Regardless of sex being on or off the table, what the savior needed to learn was actually dire - she had to control her powers in order to protect Regina and Henry.

"All right," she muttered, fixing her gaze upon the object she needed to move into Regina's hand. Emma returned to what she thought would've worked if her head wasn't so far gone with the surprise incentive. Closing her eyes and reaching a hand out towards the candle holder, she targeted her thoughts about the objective she wished to performed. But not only that, Emma dug deeper into what Regina had taught her. Magic was about emotion and intent - and she had a 100,000 horse powered magical engine in the form of two beating hearts that shared a love for each other.

Magic abruptly coursed through her body, making every nerve ending tingle with power that felt nothing like the last attempt. Yet Emma was also afraid to peek an eye open to see if the end result was different too.

"I'd clap, but that's a koan, isn't it? The sound of one hand clapping?" Regina asked, not even thinking the saying might go over Emma's practical head. "You can open your eyes, dear."

Emma's face scrunched up, clearly in confusion to what Regina was referring to, but did open one hopeful eye.

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed, eyes zeroing in on the candle holder gripped firmly in the mayor's grasp. "It worked!"

Regina let Emma have her moment to marvel at her success, thinking that wiser than snarking at her as Rumple did in her own training. She smiled and gave her an encouraging nod instead.

"Yes, you did. So now, I owe you an appropriate reward, don't I?"

Smile reaching her eyes, Regina closed the distance between them and kissed her quickly and passionately. Emma hadn't really considered the incentive again, but she wasn't going to miss out on the opportunity either! But then, the mayor stepped back again and lifted her brows.

"That's all I get?" the blonde asked with a playful pout.

Regina did smirk then, looking amused. "Poof us successfully to… the docks. And then, we'll see if you earn anything more."

She gave the mayor a questionable look. "I've barely poofed an inanimate object into your hand. Now you're trusting me to not poof us into the bay, a wall, or off a ravine?"

"Prove that my faith in you is not misplaced," Regina replied, eyes twinkling with mischief and challenge.

Sighing and unable to hide her insecurities, Emma flexed her fingers to alleviate the misgivings she was having about the accelerating lessons.

Okay. It's the same thing. Just moving two larger objects, that happen to be very much alive, over an even greater distance. Totally the same. Just like the lifting the X-wing out of the swamp, Swan. Except, you know, teleporting.

"So... picture the docks and just will us there?" she asked tentatively, hoping that Regina took her question seriously. "Is that how you do it too?"

Regina set the candlestick aside and smiled, approving of the wisdom of asking first. "Yes. It's all driven in emotion and will, as always. But, I do visualize precisely where I want to be. You can save a dramatic poofing exit and arrival until you've mastered the skill itself though."

"Eh, don't worry about the dramatics with that. That's all you, Regina." She was glad that her line of thought was on target, but still looked pensive. "All right. Docks."

Emma knew the exact spot to take them too and reached a hand towards Regina. She slipped her hand into the blonde's and gave it a squeeze, showing that she trusted her with this task. Visibly swallowing, the savior averted her gaze from Regina's and closed her eyes. She let out a breath of nervous air as she pictured a place on the docks that she knew held significance to them both. If she was going to actually poof them somewhere, Emma wanted it to be special to help her focus and tie all of the simmering emotions within neatly together.

Magic's emotion. And what ties this all together better than Henry?

They immediately disappeared in a poof of white smoke, materializing on the dock where Tamara and Greg had opened up the portal they took Henry through. Regina squeezed her hand as she spied their surroundings.

"Good work, Miss Swan," she said approvingly, teasing her with the use of her name. "Take us back now, and I'll be sure you're doubly rewarded."

Much more fun than training with the imp was, she thought.

The savior looked a bit confused that Regina didn't acknowledge where they actually were. "Not that I'm complaining with the approval, but you … don't have anything else to say about where we are?"

"This is the follow up to when we truly began to work together instead of at cross-purposes," Regina said quietly, a nostalgic smile crossing her lips when forced to slow down to appreciate the moment. "When the threat of losing Henry had become our mutual concern."

"With everywhere we could go, I knew it had to be here for exactly those reasons." Emma came to stand in front of Regina and took her other hand with a smile. "I'm taking what you say seriously. Magic being all about emotion. That means, I'm always thinking about you and Henry. Which is working out really good since I haven't blown us up yet," she added with a small smirk.

Regina smiled shyly at that, touched and inspired by Emma's honesty. She wondered, briefly, if her heart beating in Emma's chest helped her to express those feelings better. It was a nice bonus, if that was the case.

"It seems you've learned the trick of it. Both the magic lessons and how to make the fearsome evil queen tender and bashful," Regina said. "And with that in mind, I think you should poof us wherever you like. It need not be the vault."

"Really?" asked the savior, taken aback that the lessons were over today. They really hadn't been working on them much since arriving at the vault.

"We don't need to be in the vault for you to learn and demonstrate your skill," Regina said with a simple shrug. "In fact… I have an idea. Let's make sure you can poof yourself at will. See you in the mines."

Emma could finally feel a small tremor of magic being called forth by the mayor. And she recognized it for what it was. Green eyes bulged. "Regina! Waitaminute …." she called out.

With that, a quick puff of purple smoke encircled Regina and she vanished.

"Really?" the savior said with a frown and lightly shrugged, watching the smoke dissipate. "Great."

But this exercise wasn't any different than what Regina was teaching her before. The only thing missing was her lover, and Regina couldn't be with her all the time. Emma needed to call upon her magic at will, especially in a crisis when the mayor couldn't help her, and now tt was time to prove that she believed in what she just declared - that Regina and Henry were her source of control. She focused on the love she had for them and then envisioned the mines, the precise location where the two of them had stopped the trigger together. It was the likely spot she would find Regina. In fact as she delved deeper, Emma could almost feel the presence of the mayor's magic still lingering. She wondered if there was a way to follow that trail, kind of piggy-backing off its presence because she did house the owner's heart. But before she could continue on that line of thought, her magic had taken over and teleported her to the envisioned location all on its own.

"Holy shit!" Emma cried out, hearing her voice echoing down the mine corridor - clearly the sudden shift in location startled her.

Already waiting in the mines, Regina stood with her arms folded over her chest, a smirk on her face as her lover shouted upon arrival. She shook her head and stared at her.

"All this talent, and you've just been letting it go to waste. Good god," she sighed.

"Hey!" Insulted, she curled her mouth upwards, not at all pleased in hearing Regina's assessment of her skills. "Kind of didn't know I had powers. And honestly, with all the craziness in this town, can you blame me for not wanting to use them? I only caved for Henry's sake."

"That was a compliment, dear," Regina said.

And whatever dismay there was in her tone was self-reflective. She wondered what life would've been like had she not enacted the curse. Emma still would've had innate magic and what might've their lives been like if Regina had not been so depressed and destructive? There was no way to know.

Emma slowly deflated, looking dismayed that she misunderstood what the mayor was trying to do. "Oh. Uh … thanks?" she said, uncertain of what to say right now.

Regina offered her an understanding smile and looked to the space where they'd both stood, combining their magic - even with Emma's so raw and untapped - to contain the self-destruct in the diamond. She shook her head gently, remembering. Her heart beat quicker with the memory, but it was Emma who felt that.

"Whoa…" said the blonde, startled at the intensity of Regina's beating heart as she clutched her chest in wonderment. She looked upon the other woman with a smile, just knowing that it was a good memory of the mayor's, and of course it could only be one in particular.

Regina looked back at her and smiled. "We make potent magic together. In more ways than one."

Emma's smile only grew as she approached her lover. "I should certainly think so …"

This time, instead of using magic to contain the diamond, she reached her hands out to take Emma's. Regina's smile was gentle as she leaned in, kissing Emma slowly - so poetic in sharing this tender moment here. The very spot where their relationship had changed for the better. Sure it had taken the savior a lot longer to catch up, but she didn't hesitate in kissing back the woman she loved at where it all began.

Tinkerbell glanced up the street, then behind her, ensuring that she was not being trailed. After years of having the Blue Fairy breathing down her neck followed by dodging Lost Boys and Pan in Neverland, it was just second nature for her to worry that she was being watched.

She assumed that Blue would flat out tell her to stay out of this, but she couldn't! Her life had been ruined because of Regina's choice and Mary Margaret had a right to know what was happening! Determined, she entered the building and hurried up the steps to Mary Margaret's door. She gave it a quick rap, and then took another suspicious look around to make sure no one was around.

"Tinkerbell!" Mary Margaret exclaimed with typical cheerfulness. "How nice to see you! Come in!"

Wow, she is very pregnant, she thought and only barely kept that in her head.

"Um, hello, Mary Margaret. Thank you," Tink managed. "How're you?"

"Ha! Don't ask!" she replied, leveraging herself onto the couch. Snow gestured for Tink to have a seat. "I'm uncomfortable, sequestered, and unable to help my family when it needs me most!"

Tinkerbell looked around before looking back to Mary Margaret as she sat down adjacent to her. "Did David talk to you then? Or Emma?"

"About the showdown last night? Oh, yes. We argued about my being forced to stay here with a babysitter. Can you imagine? I know they said Archie and Pongo were here for Henry's benefit, but-"

"No, I mean what happened at the battle," Tink couldn't help but gush, leaning toward her hostess.

"David told me. Regina's sister is so powerful… can you believe that?! My midwife is… was… is her half-sister?!" Snow exclaimed.

"No, not that. I mean yes, just what we needed was another crazed witch from that family line, but-"

"I know, Tinkerbell. Regina took a pounding thanks to her sister. And Mr. Gold just stood there?" Mary Margaret said with an exasperated sigh. "It's so hard to believe, someone more powerful than Regina or Gold!"

Tinkerbell gave her an incredulous look. "No! What happened after that! We all ran up the stairs of the clock tower and Emma kissed Regina!"

Mary Margaret couldn't comprehend this the way Tink was explaining. It was absurd to assume it was anything more than a chaste kiss of relief at her well-being. After all, they co-parented Henry, especially after poor Neal's death! And, she said so to the fairy, dispelling her need to gossip.

"It wasn't a kiss like that! Aren't you hearing me? Your daughter is having a… a… fling with Regina! With your enemy!" Tinkerbell exploded.

Snow laughed and waved a hand. She could not believe that. It was crazy! "Tinkerbell, you had to have mis-seen this in the moment! Emma isn't interested in Regina! She was with Neal! And Hook has pursued her since before Neverland! She kissed him there!"

Tink fell back in her seat in disbelief at how stubborn Snow was proving to be. "And she kissed Regina that way now. And, clearly, no one told you it happened!"

The placating, bemused smile on Mary Margaret's face drained away then. She frowned and tilted her head to the side. "They really kissed? Passionately? Was there magic at work?"

Tinkerbell shrugged. "Not that I could tell, but the magical potency was pretty strong with the battle. Emma initiated it though. I wouldn't say that Regina had her under a spell. Looked pretty natural to me."

Mary Margaret sat up straighter, best as she could. "And David saw this?"

She nodded seriously. "We all did."

"We who?"

"David, Ruby, and me," Tinkerbell admitted. "And, what's even worse is that Regina's true love is in town, and she's ignoring him in favor of your daughter!"

Ever slow on the uptake, Mary Margaret replied, "But Daniel is dead…!"

Tink rolled her eyes. "Not Daniel. Robin. Robin Hood. That's her second chance at true love and she's throwing it away again!"

"Again?"

She shook her head. "Long story. The point is that Regina is having a tryst with your daughter! And we have to stop them before this goes too far!"

Mary Margaret blinked, trying to make sense of this business about Robin Hood. Now, at least, she knew who that had been lurking around Regina at the funeral and wake. She wondered why she knew nothing about this before! Was it in their lost memories, perhaps?

"I… I can't believe Emma would really betray us to… gah, be romantic with Regina. She knows our history with her, no matter how much things improved when we were in your land-"

"Not my land," Tink interrupted stubbornly.

"-working together to save Henry," she finished as if the blonde fairy had not even spoken. The longer she spoke, the more hyper Mary Margaret sounded, her voice rising in pitch. "I… I don't doubt what you believe you saw, Tinkerbell, and it's concerning that David did not mention any of this. Nor did Emma! But… but I… I will have to question them now, won't I? Won't I!"

Tinkerbell bobbed her head in agreement. "Keep them apart and point Regina back to Robin. Speaking of… where's Emma now?"

Snow's response was ice cold. "Training. With Regina."

Author's Note – DUN DUN DUN! Bad Tink!