A/N: Sorry for the delay. Here is Chapter 10! Enjoy. It may take a few extra weeks to get chapter 11 out (instead of two, maybe three). Don't worry, I haven't forgot about this story, my muse for it has just disappeared. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and thank you everyone for the lovely reviews. Please let me know what you think about this one!

She had been restless all night. Restless though, didn't really describe the turmoil Emma was wrestling with as she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Everything was so fucked up: more so than usual. Yes, it wasn't normal to have parents who were fairy tale characters. It definitely wasn't normal to have had a relationship with a famous pirate - over three hundred years ago; even though you were only 28. It wasn't normal to have a child with said pirate, only to find out that his adoptive mother was the evil queen who wanted to destroy your parents' happiness. Yet, none of that really compared to the fact that Rumplestiltskin was obsessed with her. And something inside of Emma told her that there was more to this than a simple obsession.

It was like he had played her. Like he had controlled everything that had happened in her life. She knew he was old; but now that she realized he was much older than Killian; it infuriated her that he had been controlling her destiny ever since. She was of course mad that he harmed Killian in the manner he did; but she was especially angry that it was all over her. How was she supposed to know she was this savior? What did that even mean anymore?

Her mother had called her the savior before. Regina had as well. Yet it seemed that most people had associated the savior as being the one that would break the spell, the dark curse. It was her destiny to bring back the happy endings. If that was all it was, why was Gold so obsessed with her? He didn't even know Regina all those years ago - how could he? Did he have more planned for her than she knew?

All night, those questions racked around in her head. She was confused and angry. Everything just seemed so crazy.

As the sun rose and the light began to stream into her room in the loft she shared with her parents, she knew that she would have all the answers soon. She would get the truth out of Gold if it was the last thing she did. He wasn't going to play around with her anymore. She wasn't going to let him. His games, deals, and workings were all going to stop today.

She had her coffee and breakfast before her parents even emerged from their room. Henry, thankfully, was staying with Regina. Mostly, because of the night they had after Killian's interaction with Gold. Regina didn't have much to say once they got back to the diner, when everyone was trying to figure out what interest Gold would have with Emma. Regina simply said she wanted to do some research at home, and wanted Henry's help. She could see the trepidation in Killian's eyes about letting Henry go with Cora's daughter - yet relented in the end. It was yet another thing the duo needed to discuss. How were they going to actually raise Henry? He had a home with Regina, yet they both wanted to be involved with his life. It wasn't like Henry was going to be able to live on the Jolly with Killian, and right now, at the loft, things were already too crowded to add Henry into the mix. Yet, it wasn't the time to discuss that just yet. They needed to focus on getting answers - and Emma had to admit - Henry shouldn't be around when they question Gold. Things could get ugly, and Emma didn't want him anywhere near that.

"When are we leaving?" her mother asked, once she came out of the room.

"His shop opens at 9 - so I was thinking of getting there right when he turns that sign. I don't want to wait any longer. He owes us, all of us, answers," she scowled.

"Emma, we will get answers, but please, don't let your anger get the best of you. Rumplestiltskin has done some really horrible things - but we can't let him control our emotions - because when he does, he will manipulate them." her mother pleaded.

"Fine, but I am done playing games with that man. For far too long, he has tangled with our lives, and it all stops today." she said, as a knock came from the door. She stood up and answered the door. Once she saw who was on the other side, she was quite glad she had changed already.

"Morning love." Killian stated, moving into the loft with his traditional swagger. It was like this whole situation wasn't even getting to him.

"Morning." Emma replied, with a slight bit of sarcasm; rolling her eyes as he moved to say good morning to her mother.

Her mother and father walked a bit behind them as they headed for Gold's shop. Emma was in a rush to get to Gold's and get answers, so when her father came out from the room; she rushed everyone out the door, before any small talk could be made. Yes, she was being pushy today, and yes, she was being a bit bitchy; but it was only because she wanted things to get back to normal. She also really wanted those answers.

It was just after nine when they arrived at the shop; and immediately something felt off to her. There were no real signs that something had gone wrong, but Emma could sense it. There was a vibration in the air, like electricity was shocking her as she walked closer to the door. The sign was still turned to closed, which was odd. Gold was always punctual about opening the shop - even though he rarely sold anything. In the months that she had been living in Storybrooke, she had never seen him open the shop late.

"What is it?" Killian questioned, moving to peer in the window.

"I'm not sure, but something is wrong." she explained.

"Aye love, that it is." he said, turning the handle on the door and pushing it open. Something else that was strange. The front door was never unlocked unless the shop was open.

Once the team stepped inside, all of Emma's feelings were confirmed. The shop was torn apart. All of the cases were smashed open, glass scattered along the floor. The walls, which used to be filled with the less important knickknacks, were bare, the items thrown among the shards of glass. The store was a mess - and there was something that was worse than the broken items in his shop.

There was a bloodstain leading from the center of the room towards the back. It didn't look like it had dried yet. Emma immediately pulled her gun from the holster, and moved to check the area - followed quickly by her father. Before heading much further in, she turned to Killian.

"Stay out here. Look around for anything that may help us out. Don't follow us until we give the all clear understand?" she said, as sternly as she could, hoping that they would follow her advice.

"As you wish." he replied, and moved around to look behind the counters.

Emma walked slowly, but steadily towards the backroom. The closer she got towards the blood, the worse she was feeling. It wasn't a whole lot of blood, but she knew that whosever it was, wasn't going to be in the best shape when she found them. For the first time in probably his whole life, someone was praying that Rumplestiltskin was alive.

Entering the backroom, Emma quickly swung her gun around, making sure the area was clear. Her father having her back and checking the left side of the room. It thankfully wasn't that big of a room, yet it was worse than the front. She knew Gold kept a lot of special objects in the back, and most of his magical items were stored here, and whoever did this to him, must have known that as well. There were piled of shredded paper and cloth, and there was even a pile of burned rubble in the back of the room, near the backdoor. The only thing that wasn't there was Gold.

"Fuck." she breathed out, as she put her gun away and moved to inspect one pile of rubbish.

Who the hell could have done all of this? Why? Emma was pretty sure she knew the why though. Most people hated Gold with a passion. She couldn't blame them either. She remembered just last night, her father telling them about an issue Gold had with Belle's father while they were gone. She didn't think that Mr. French would do this though. Especially after the interaction her father witnessed, and Belle's anger towards both of them.

"Well, what do you think?" her father asked, after yelling towards the front of the store that things were clear.

"I think there goes our way to get answers." she huffed.

Her father looked at her with nothing but annoyance. She knew it wasn't what he wanted as an answer, but she couldn't help but be pissed off.

"Fine, from the looks of things, it looks like maybe a robbery gone wrong. Someone may have been looking for something and Gold walked in on them. We need to search for Gold - if that is his blood, he isn't in the best shape, and if it someone else's blood; well, I really don't want to think about what Gold would do to someone who broke into his store." she added.

"I think you are right. I'll go call Belle and see if she has heard anything." he nodded, moving back towards the front of the store. In his place came her mother.

"I think we found something Emma," she said, poking her head through the curtain.

Emma moved away from the backroom. There was nothing of importance here anymore. At least nothing that she could see. If there was anything that would help them in their search for answers; it wasn't going to be found in this mess. As she walked out front, she noticed Killian standing behind the counter, holding up a mobile - one that she had seen before.

"This was in your nursery at the castle. I never thought I would see it again," her mother explained, moving to stand with her daughter.

It was a gorgeous piece that she had seen before. Many times, when Emma had come to Gold for questioning or explanations, she saw this mobile hanging from the ceiling over the glass cases. She was never really interested in it until now. The unicorns that were strung up were made of blue and white glass - that sparkled when the light hit it. It was something fit for a princess.

"I've seen this before. I never knew it was mine." She whsipered.

"I've actually never seen it in here. Yet, it seems like the only thing in here that hasn't been touched. Hook found it, hanging up over there." Mary Margaret added.

Emma looked around the shop again, and her mother was right. The mobile was in pristine condition, while everything else in the shop seemed to be in ruin. Sure there were some things that seemed to be OK, but were still knocked over or dumped on the ground.

"What do you think it means?" he asked, but Emma didn't have an answer. Nothing was making sense. Why would someone come in here, trash the place, but leave her mobile hanging and in perfect condition?

"I can't get a hold of Belle. I tried her apartment, Gold's home, and the library. I even called Ruby and she said Belle didn't come in today for her normal coffee and breakfast." David said, walking back into the shop.

"Shit." Emma cursed, "Well, someone better head out to Gold's and see if they are there or not. Maybe we should check her apartment and library too. Maybe she just doesn't have her phone on her. David, why don't you also check with her father? He may know something."

"Alright, we will find him Emma. We will get your answers," he said, hugging his daughter. Things were still awkward with them, but the hug felt good and safe. It grounded her a bit. At least if she didn't have the answers this second, she still had her parents back.

"Killian, can you go with David and help search the area?" she questioned, looking at her once lover.

"Aye that I can do. Someone should probably go and check on Henry though," he said, with a bit of worry in his voice.

"I'll do that." Mary Margaret said.

"Wait, why should we check on Henry? Regina has magic and can protect him." Emma questioned.

"I don't know Swan, but something tells me that Regina may know what is going on, or may be able to shed some insight into what happened here. She was awfully short with us last night, and quick to leave. It just seems too coincidental, that's all," he explained. It did make sense. While Regina was the evil queen, and had magic, she was also still the mayor and still knew what happened in her town. And even if she didn't know anything or didn't come up with anything; at least they would have a peace of mind when it came to Henry. She knew Killian didn't trust Regina with Henry, but just like Regina had to get over the fact they were in his life, Killian was going to have to deal with the fact Regina raised Henry for years, and was a permanent figure in their son's life.

"Alright, Mary Margaret will check on Henry, and let me know he is ok. She can let you know through David as well," she conceded, "let's meet back at Granny's for lunch at noon and we will update everyone on what we find."

Her father and Killian took their leave, her father leaving a quick kiss on her mother's lips. She wasn't going to lie in saying she wished Killian had given her some sort of goodbye. Yes, she told him their first priority was Henry, and she told him she wouldn't push him away, but that didn't mean she didn't want him to not try. I got to get this under control. She thought to herself. Her yo-yoing feelings towards Killian were a distraction, one that she couldn't deal with right now. And just like the talk they would need to have about Henry, she pushed this out of her mind.

"What are you going to do?" her mother asked after the boys had left.

"I'm going to search the woods. I saw Gold out there many times while you all were cursed. Maybe there are some clues out there. I may search around here for a while too." she said, noticing her mother's questioning.

"Emma, I think you know there is someone else you could talk to about this. You don't need Gold to give you answers," she said.

"I don't know. Things have been weird with her since all of this has happened. I haven't really talked to her since the curse broke." Emma explained. She felt bad about ignoring her adoptive mom for so long, but things were just too much back then. Ingrid knew about Emma, before Emma even knew about herself, so it made trusting the woman difficult.

"Maybe it's time." her mother started, "Listen, I know things were weird between the two of you. But, you lived with her for so long. She raised you, and for that I will always be thankful towards her. She kept you safe for so long. You said she always tried to have talks with you about what was inside of you, and that she knew you were destined for greatness; so maybe she knows more than she has let on. I think it's time you pay her a visit."

"She lied to me. All those years. She lied. She knew about all of you; she knew about me. She was from there. Yet, she never told me. And when she did, it was always in a weird code. How can I trust anything she says to me?" Emma spat. Yes, she was pissed with Ingrid. The woman knew about her, and never told her. Even as Emma grew up, even as Emma had Henry. She knew Emma was special, was made for something great, yet never tried to help her, never tried to lead her.

"Parents always make mistakes Emma. It happens. Just like Regina, you didn't do everything right with Henry. Yet, he still loves you. Your father and I made mistakes, but we try to make up for those every day. Ingrid was just trying to protect you." her mother's words resonated with her. Ingrid was always trying to help her - trying to get her to see the truth. Yes, she withheld some stuff, but Emma would have done the same to Henry - if Killian weren't the man he turned out to be in the end.

"Maybe, but I don't know if she'll be happy to see me." Emma said, really hoping to not have a conversation with Ingrid.

"Emma, you know she has some answers, so why not at least try to get them. We have no idea what happened to Gold or Belle, so right now; she is your best bet. She isn't going to turn you away, but you will have to go to her. You said you would get answers if it were the last thing you did - and here is another chance. Go get them." her mother begged.

She was right, Ingrid knew something - so why not at least try to get them from someone Emma once trusted and loved?

It didn't take Emma long to find Ingrid. When they had their confrontation in the Sunday shop run by Elsa and Anna; she told her she would be staying with her nieces. Emma didn't really know their whole story yet. She also didn't really listen. She was pissed at first. Thinking back to those days, she was so angry. It seemed like everyone was depending on her for something. Henry just couldn't stop with the, what she thought at the time was curse nonsense. Mary Margaret was having issues with David and Whale. Regina was being an outright bitch, and Gold was just plain nuts. She just wanted to leave, and she was about to. She was on her way out of town when she saw Ingrid in front of the shop.

Things escalated quickly - Ingrid telling her that she arrived only a few days ago, that the magic keeping the town stagnant was breaking, and that Emma just needed to believe in her powers in order to save everyone. Emma thought her mother was crazy - why else would she be so insistent on this magic inside of her. Emma yelled and screamed - furious that everyone was delusional. By the end of the argument, all she heard Ingrid say was that she loved her and if she needed anything to find Elsa and Anna and they would help out.

It was actually a good thing she didn't try to find them before she broke the curse a few days later, because just like her mother and father, they had different names. In Storybrooke they were Amelia and Quinn - two sisters who ran the Sundae shop. Now Emma knew them as Elsa and Anna - the Queen and Princess of Arendelle - from that movie that kids could never stop singing.

Emma walked into the Sunday shop and found Ingrid behind the counter, waving her hands over the ice cream. Emma saw white dust come out of her mother's hands and coat the giant vats of cream.

"Emma! Hi!" Ingrid said, when she finally realized who was in front of her. There was a look of surprise on both of their faces - Emma didn't know she had magic.

"So, you have magic." Emma sneered.

"Yes, so it seems. I have ice magic. I can create things out of snow and ice. Elsa also has this magic. It's similar to yours you know." Ingrid said, ignoring Emma's rudeness.

"What do you mean mine?" Emma questioned.

"Your magic of course." she replied, with nothing but a smile.

Emma didn't reply, couldn't reply. She had magic?

"What are you doing here Emma?" Ingrid asked after a beat, making Emma recover from Ingrid's confession.

"I need answers, answers to what happened in my past." Emma said, with a bit less poison in her voice. Her real mother was right, Ingrid has the answers Emma needs, and she will get nowhere with anger. She loved Ingrid once, the woman supported her, raised her, and never judged her. Emma owed her at least something.

"Alright, let me close the shop and I'll tell you what I know." she said, moving to lock the door.

Emma sat down on her normal bench. She used to bring Henry here a lot when she first came to town. She knew it would piss Regina off that she did fun things with Henry, so she would always take him for ice cream, spoiling his meals. Yes, it was childish, but at the time, it was all Emma could think of to stick it to Regina for her comments she would make to Henry about her.

"What do you want to know?" her adoptive mother asked, sitting down across from Emma. Ingrid seemed so regal now. She held herself differently in Storybrooke. It reminded her of the way her mother changed when the curse was broken. They both used to be a bit timid, but always loving. Now, they both held themselves differently - like they had this extra power that made them more confident and powerful.

"I'm not quite sure where to start actually." Emma said, which was nothing but the truth. She had so many questions, but she wasn't quite sure where to start or how to explain anything.

"I find it always helps to start from the beginning." Ingrid countered.

"OK. But you should prepare yourself, it's a long story." Emma said, as Ingrid nodded.

Emma told her about the dreams - starting from the very beginning. Ingrid listened intently as Emma explained how she would find herself in this new land almost nightly when she was young, how she made friends and memories there. She told her about Killian, and the development of their relationship. She explained how he changed her, and why she was depressed in high school and how everything came to play out. She explained how he was Henry's father. Throughout the whole story, Ingrid never once interrupted, and never once looked at Emma like she was crazy. In fact, there was nothing but acceptance in Ingrid's eyes.

"The last time I saw him was when he was facing Rumplestiltskin. Then when Mary Margaret and I fell into that portal, we found him in the Enchanted Forest, and things kinda fell into place. Everything started to make sense, why I felt the way I did, why he had such a hold on me. Yet, I am not really sure how I was able to interact with him, how we were able to be together." Emma finished.

"I may not have an exact answer to that question Emma, but I knew you were transporting somewhere when you went to sleep." Ingrid confessed, causing Emma's jaw to drop.

"You knew?" Emma questioned, anger building up inside.

"Now, before you go and get mad, please let me explain." Ingrid begged, holding up her hands in defeat.

Emma nodded, sucking in a breath. This explanation better come fast.

"I could feel your magic from the first time I met you. I am sure you can feel the magic around you as well. It's like a current - a constant buzz against your skin. You can probably feel it now, as I have been using mine." she started, and Emma did feel the buzz, it was the same thing she felt at Gold's shop that morning. It was what she felt when she was around Regina most of the time. It was like a constant shock to her skin - it didn't hurt, but was annoying at times. Emma thought it was just anger most of the time - or strong emotions. "The first night you had that dream, I felt the air buzz - I could feel you producing your magic. I ran to your room, in hopes that I could help, but as I entered, I saw you poof away. I waited by your bed for what seemed like hours, but was only minutes. You poofed back, and you were sleeping and in one piece. I waited for years for you to tell me what was happening, but you never did. I didn't want to bring it up in fears of scaring you off - much like how I did before you broke the curse. Most of the time, you were only gone for a few moments. However, I couldn't explain why. So, I am unable to answer you the how, but your magic was much more powerful than any of us thought. Regina and I didn't have magic when we came here - it was part of the curse she cast: we can feel magic and there are some things were are able to do, but we are very very limited. Magic isn't supposed to work in this realm, yet you were able to use yours."

Emma couldn't believe what she was hearing - her magic, this magic she knew nothing about - allowed her to travel in time and space to Killian. What the hell was happening?

"So I have magic?" was all she was able to respond.

"Yes, you have light magic - the most rare and special kind of magic. You are the product of True Love. I knew you would have magic - it was prophesised and told, but I didn't know your magic would be this powerful." Ingrid explained.

"What do you mean?" Emma questioned - true love? Foreseen? What did it all mean?

"When I knew the curse was coming - I knew Arendelle wouldn't be safe anymore. I tried to find someone to help us escape. However, I was too late. The apprentice was only able to acquire enough magic to transport me - leaving behind my nieces. He said, the only way he could procure this magic, was if I made an oath to watch out for a young girl named Emma, who was the product of True Love, and when the time came, help her understand her destiny." Ingrid said, this time with some guilt in her eyes.

"So you knew about me?" Emma yelled, her anger getting the best of her. The woman knew about her all along - her deception ran deeper than Emma ever imagined. Was this all made up? Did Ingrid even really love her? Did she just do all of this for the magic?

"Emma, you have to calm down." Ingrid said, pointing to Emma's hands, which were now glowing. "Your magic is connected to your emotions, which is why I think you only traveled at certain times. But you need to calm down now, and let me explain."

Ingrid's voice had raised a bit - the mother in her coming out. Ingrid had never really been a yeller, but Emma knew that tone. Emma closed her eyes and took ten deep breaths trying to calm herself. Maybe she was overreacting. Emma knew it was hard to pretend to love someone - and there was no way Ingrid could keep up that act all those years.

"Yes, I knew about you; but I did truly love you like you were my own Emma. I didn't have to adopt you, I could have just protected you from a far, but something in you called to me. I wouldn't take back the time we spent together for anything. I am sorry that I lied, that I didn't tell you everything, but it really was for your own good," she continued. "True Love's magic is one of the rarest light magic in all of the realms, which meant that you needed to be protected. I arrived a few years prior to you - enough for me to get myself situated and wait for you to appear to me. All the apprentice told me was that you had to be protected at all costs - that your magic would be the key to getting my nieces back. So that is what I did, and I cared for you along the way, trying to get you to see just how special you really are. Again, I am sorry that I lied, and kept things from you, but you weren't ready. Even a month ago, you weren't ready."

Emma just nodded, Ingrid was right. Emma would have thought she was a loon if she had told her all of this a few years ago, or even a few months ago. She did keep her safe, and she provided things for Emma that she might not have gotten if it wasn't for her.

"So, I have light magic, which was too strong for this realm, allowing me to travel when I was over emotional? That makes no fucking sense." Emma confessed, a bit more confused than before.

"I believe so, but there is more to it. True light magic, one produced by True Love, isn't that strong - it can't bend time like that; something else had to be working inside of you as well. I wasn't quite sure why until you broke the curse and I heard what Snow White called you." Ingrid started.

"The Savior." Emma added

"Yes, Saviors are special in our realm - they have their own form of powerful magic. Not all get that magic, but those who do are almost unstoppable. You must have both savior magic and light magic, allowing your magic to be stronger than anything I have ever seen." her mother's explanations were beginning to make sense.

"OK, let me try to get this straight. You were running from Regina's curse and some apprentice said he could save just you, if you watched over me because of my magic. That if you watched over me, I would reunite you with Elsa and Anna. My light magic is combined with savior magic, making them both extra strong, allowing me to travel across realms and time." Emma said, trying to understand everything.

"Pretty much." Ingrid said, with a smile.

"I still don't get it though. I thought time travel was impossible. Also how did this apprentice know about me?" Emma questioned.

"Well, it is supposed to be impossible, I am not sure why you were able to travel in time like that. And across realms. Normally you need to have something to help you." she tried to explain.

"Like a bean or compass." Emma countered.

"Yes, but you were traveling without either. I didn't know you were even gone from the realm when you did leave. I thought you were just transporting out of the house. I can't explain it - unfortunately there is only two people who could." Ingrid remarked.

"Rumplestiltskin." Emma interrupted.

"And the apprentice. See, he knew about you. I thought it was just because of your magic. However, once you broke the curse, and I realized you were the savior, I did some digging. I have some books with me - that shed some light into why he wanted you protected." she began to explain. "I am not sure of the details, but I know you have been written about - there is a prophecy surrounding you; surrounding the one carrying both light magic and savior magic."

"What does it say?" she questioned.

"I am not really sure. My books are from my land, and are old and dated. It only speaks of a prophecy - one that includes savior with light magic. It doesn't really go into details." she apologized.

Emma was getting frustrated. Yes, she had some answers, but with those answers came even more questions. How many people was she going to have to talk to in order to figure out what the hell happened in her life? What the hell did this prophecy say about her - and how did they even know it was about her? She read Harry Potter a few times; and knew that there was a slight chance that maybe this prophecy could be about someone else - similar to her, but yet different.

"So, I either have to find Rumplestiltskin or this apprentice in order to find out what the hell is happening in my own life?" she grumbled.

"Yes, unfortunately." Ingrid replied. Emma could tell she really was sorry that she couldn't provide Emma with any more answers. However, now Emma had some less pressing questions - but ones that were still important.

"Alright, thank you. But I still have some questions." she added. "When we were in the Enchanted Forest, Cora tried to pull out my heart, but was unable to. She got stuck and then blown back by a bright white light. Was that my magic?"

"Yes, light magic is protective magic - it is especially strong against dark magic or any magic used violently. I met Cora once, and she wields strong dark magic. She is powerful, but not as powerful as Rumplestiltskin or Regina. Your light magic allows your heart to be protected - no one can forcefully rip out your heart - it would have to be freely given." Ingrid answered.

"Ok, where can I find the apprentice?" Emma asked.

"That I don't have an answer for. I have tried to find him - ever since you broke the curse. When the Dark One brought magic to Storybrooke I tried everything I knew to try and find him; yet I cannot locate him. He may not be here - he may have found his own way to escape the dark curse. Either that or…" she trailed off.

"He's dead." Emma concluded.

"Possibly. However, I doubt it. He may have been hidden somewhere or something happened to him." Ingrid clarified.

"Is there anyone else who may know where he is or where to find him?" she wondered.

"Most of us, those from the Enchanted Forest, have heard of the apprentice. He is quite well known, similar to Regina and Rumplestiltskin. However, other than those two, and maybe Cora, no one else would know where he is. He has a special kind of magic, making it hard for just anyone to find him." the information her adoptive mother was giving her was annoying. It seemed like again, for the millionth time since breaking the curse, Emma was stuck - with nowhere to turn and no one to help her figure it out.

"Great. So we are stuck with no answers again," she whined.

"Emma, don't give up. You will figure all of this out. Just have hope." Ingrid said, in her nice motherly voice, which sounded an awful lot like Mary Margaret's.

As she left Any Given Sundae - Emma didn't really feel any better than she did before. Yes, she had some answers, but many more questions. It was like when she tried to watch Lost on TV. One question would be answered, but twenty more would take its place. She knew she had to either find this apprentice, or find Gold, in order to figure out just what kind of games were being played with her life.

She glanced down at her phone to see that she had some updates from her parents. David and Killian had looked everywhere, but there was no sight of Belle. The last anyone had seen of her was the previous night - as she walked to Gold's shop around eight. She arrived there a little while after their interaction with the man in question. No one seemed upset that Gold was missing; but were all very worried about Belle's disappearance. They questioned her father, but he had an alibi and seemed really shocked that his daughter was missing.

Her mother had made contact with Regina, but hadn't actually seen her or Henry yet. They weren't at the mansion or in Regina's office. Regina told Mary Margaret she took Henry to the vault to keep him safe - after hearing of Gold's disappearance from one of her informants that morning. She was furious that Regina was being shady. Emma got that she wasn't a team player, and did things her own way; but hiding her child from them, and not letting anyone know was pushing the boundary.

It was close to noon; and she knew her parents would already be waiting for her inside of Granny's but Emma wanted answers, and she wanted them now. Regina knew about the apprentice; and probably knew a little more about Emma than she let on - so she headed towards the vault instead.

However, it looked like she wasn't going to be alone in this trip. As if he had sensed her - Killian came out of the diner at the exact moment Emma passed in front of it on her way to the cemetery.

"Emma!" he cried out, making her stop in her tracks. She really didn't want company and she really didn't want anyone - even him - asking her questions at the moment.

"What do you want Hook." she mumbled. She could see it in his face when she used his moniker - he was shocked and hurt, but understanding at the same time. It was like he knew she was using it as a defense mechanism - hoping to push him away - just for a bit, so she could go and get some answers.

"I'm sorry for interrupting." he offered, "but before you go inside, I was wondering if we could talk about Henry."

"Listen, first, I am not going inside. And two, now is not the time to talk about Henry. We have more pressing things to figure out than how he is going to split his time between the three of us," she argued.

"Woah… calm down Swan." he reasoned. "I wasn't going to try and discuss that. I was simply going to say that I don't think the lad should be spending time with Regina at the moment. I don't trust her, and I don't trust this situation."

"What do you mean?" she questioned.

"Well, I just think it's funny that we question the Crocodile about your abilities and life; and a mere twenty minutes later, Regina takes her leave with our son. Then, we don't hear from her all day. She takes him away - for his protection - but doesn't let any of us know. We only found out because Mary Margaret kept calling her speaking box," he explained.

"It's called a cell phone Killian." Emma jested.

"Whatever the bloody hell that thing is called doesn't matter. What does matter, is she took him, without letting any of us know beforehand. She would move Heaven and Earth or bring hell down on us if we did that - took Henry away for safe keeping without letting her know before hand - yet she did it without a second thought. Plus you said she poisoned him before - how can we even trust her with him?" he made a good point; even if Regina didn't purposefully poison Henry. She should have let someone know where she was taking him. Especially with her magic being back.

"Is that all?" Emma asked.

"I just think it's all too coincidental love. The crocodile goes missing a few hours after her promises to give you answers about your life. The Queen disappears as well - even though we know where she is - she is inaccessible. What if she went to that vault not to keep Henry safe, but to keep someone from telling you the truth." he pondered.

It did make sense. Emma was the one who broke Regina's curse, who brought her parents back together, who returned everyone's happy endings - everyone but Regina. To Regina, Emma was simply her son's other mother, who wanted nothing but to take him away - and who would be able to now that Killian had shown back up. Emma was getting everything that Regina wanted; in the end, in Regina's eyes, Emma was the villain of the story - and she knew the Queen would stop at nothing to make sure Emma didn't get her own happy ending.

"Come on, we are going to find our son." she declared, heading off to the vault to retrieve her son and get the answers she needed.

They hadn't even made it two blocks when Henry and Regina came into view. Emma's heart skipped a beat when she saw that her son was OK. She didn't doubt that Regina would keep him safe - she knew she would - but she did doubt that Regina would bring him back. When Henry saw his birth parents standing in the center of the block, he ran towards them with a gusto that made both of their hearts swell - he was happy to see them.

He barrelled into Emma, almost knocking her over as he hugged her, Mom coming from his lips.

"Hey Henry! Calm down, you just saw us last night." Emma laughed at how enthusiastic her son was. It was the one thing she knew Regina wouldn't be able to take away. Henry would always find her.

"I know, you were just gone for so long, and I missed you." Emma smiled as Henry continued to hug her.

"I missed you too kid." she replied.

"Hey Killian." Henry said, moving in to give the pirate a short hug. It was awkward, that was for sure, but it was also sweet and made Emma smile. They were both trying so hard.

"Hey lad. Have a good night?" Killian questioned, looking back to Regina who stood off a bit, with a scowl on her face.

"It was OK." he answered, "Are we doing lunch or what?"

"Aye lad, let's get going." Killian motioned for Henry to walk down towards Granny's a head of the adults. He could already see Emma gearing up for a confrontation with Regina, and he didn't want the lad to have to witness the whole thing.

"Regina." was all Emma said as she turned to confront the queen now that Henry had began his walk. They could see the diner, so Emma wasn't too worried about Henry. She didn't know why Regina was so worried about him.

"Miss Swan." was the only reply.

"So, do you want to explain why you took our son and hid him away without telling anyone?" Emma barked.

"I didn't take him away, like you are suggesting Miss Swan. After I heard about Gold's disappearance, I was worried that I would be next - since we are the only powerful magical beings here. So, I brought Henry with me to my vault, where I could protect us both." she answered, with a tone that told Emma she clearly wasn't as good enough.

"Maybe he would only need protection since he was around you. Maybe he needs to spend some more time with Killian and me. And maybe you should tell us what you know about Gold and my life." Emma's words were harsh, but she was tired of playing games. She told Regina they would do this together - that they wouldn't try to take Henry away from her - but if she was going to continue to act as if she was the best parent and if she was going to continue to play games, then they would have to take action.

"I'm sorry Miss Swan, but are you threatening me?" Regina questioned.

"No, what I am saying is that Henry is going to stay with me tonight - and for the foreseeable future. Until Gold is found. You can still see him, but he will be with me or Killian at all time." she countered. Because Regina did make some sense. There weren't many magical people in Storybrooke - just Regina, Gold and Ingrid; and she guessed now herself. If Regina was right, and the person who took Gold was after magic, Regina would be next - which meant that Henry was safer away from her.

"You cannot take him from me! He is my son!" Regina yelled, storming after Emma who had already turned and started to walk towards the diner.

"No, he is our son!" Killian bellowed from the sidelines. "Even if you didn't have anything to do with this - even if you have no idea what is going on - you may be next. Henry is safer with us than you - so that is where he will stay. If you have a problem with that - then we can settle this another way."

Emma looked at Killian and felt a shiver go down her spine. He was enraged. He was looking at Regina with so much hatred - as if she was the whole reason why he was separated from his son for centuries. He was so protective of Henry already - and they had only met the day before. She knew in that moment, that Killian would die protecting Henry.

"You better back off pirate if you know what is good for you. Henry is my son - I raised him, while she gave him up. While you were god knows where. You will not take him from me!" Regina bellowed, a fireball appearing in her hand.

Mary Margaret, David, and Henry all appeared as Regina's magic was building. David was trying to keep Henry back, but it was no use. The boy had a mind of his own. He would always throw himself into the fire pit to save someone else.

"Stop!" Henry yelled at all of them.

Regina's fireball died, and Killian took a step back from the Queen, his hand sliding down off his sword, his hook lowering back down. Emma's anger was still high though. Regina's true views of Emma and Killian finally had come out. Yes, Emma knew that Regina didn't thank Emma for being self-less and trying to give Henry his best chance. All Regina saw was that Emma gave Henry up - which even though allowed Regina a son, was the worst possible thing Emma could have done in her eyes.

"Oh my God!" Mary Margaret gasped, pointing to something down the street.

All heads whipped around to see where her mother was pointing. A figure had appeared through a cloud of purple smoke. Almost immediately after the cloud disappeared, the person fell to their knees. As her mother let out another gasp, even but Regina, ran towards the figure on the ground and what they found truly surprised them.

Belle was sitting on her knees, her head in her hands, sobbing silently. She didn't looked to be hurt, yet it was hard for Emma to truly tell anything. All she knew was that Belle was back, and seemed to be in one piece, and if Belle was back, then there was hope that Gold would show up again.

"Oh My God, Belle!" David exclaimed, moving to sit down near the woman. Mary Margaret sat down as well, placing on hand on her shoulder.

"Belle, what happened? Are you OK?" Emma questioned, bending over in hopes that Belle would lift her face.

"They took us - they took us." was all she kept repeating. She did finally lift her head, enough so that Emma could see she wasn't hurt, just scared.

"Who, who took you?" she asked.

"Cora…" Belle started before she was interrupted by Killian.

"What do you mean? That bloody witch is here? How the hell is that possible?" he injected. Of course no on in the group knew that answer - at least Belle didn't say that she knew the answer.

"Wait, you said they took you. Who is Cora working with?" her mother questioned, pulling Belle closer to her. The young woman's cries were drying up now, but Emma could tell, the comfort was helping.

"Regina." Belle saying her name, was all it took for the group to whip their heads around towards the Queen, just in time to see her disappear in a cloud of smoke - the same color as the smoke that brought Belle to them.