When Blue regained consciousness she found everything was in working order save for one thing; the sight in her right eye was gone completely. The doctors thought it may return with time, perhaps as the swelling eventually left her small body, but she held little hope. In the mirror the lifeless eye looked dully back at her, like a stranger. She found little grief in her heart for the eye. She still had sight in the other and she was alive, it was more than she could hope for. She had been in a timeless darkness and believed she had been awoken for a purpose. When one of the nurses asked her if there was anyone she wanted to contact she confirmed there was and gave them the name of Dr. Hyacinth.

The fairy doctor was returning home late when her cellphone rang. She rummaged through the pockets of her coat as she made her way to the front door of her home.

"Hello?"

"Rose?" Blue croaked, her voice rough from the intubation tube and misuse, so much so that the doctor did not recognize her.

She stopped in the middle of the icy sidewalk. "Who is this?"

"It's Blue, sister. I'm awake."

"Blue! When? How are you?"

"I'm well. Listen Rose, this is important. The Savior's child; it cannot be allowed to live."

She turned around, looking to see if anyone was about. "What! What are you talking about?"

"Make sure it dies, Rose. Everything depends on it, believe me."

The call ended and left the doctor staring at the phone in her hand, the ground unsteady under her feet.


Regina lied awake in bed, looking at the bits of light that escaped the fire to dance along the wall and ceiling. It was some ridiculous hour, 2 or 3 a.m. She had spotted the time once on the clock and chose not to look at it again.

Emma slept soundly with her back to her, curled up on her side. Regina was relieved to see her sleeping so well, hours ago their unborn daughter appeared decidedly restless, causing Emma discomfort. She couldn't get settled and grumbled in irritation. Finally, she settled down and fell promptly asleep.

She ran the back of her hand lightly along the white cotton of Emma's nightgown. She wasn't used to sleeping with someone in her bed. It would take some getting used to.

Emma stirred and she pulled her hand away quickly, hoping the blonde wouldn't wake.

"Can't sleep?" the savior asked groggily.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's fine, I could…feel you were awake." She rolled over to face her, her hair a mussed golden cloud. "You okay?"

"Yea, sometimes I just…sometimes a strange bed is hard for me to sleep in."

"You're kind of a homebody aren't you?" She snuggled up closer to her and rested her head on her shoulder.

"Maybe…I guess." Her mind flashed back to when she was a young woman and the first night she had spent away from home, in the castle of Snow's father. She shivered and pushed the memory away. She felt Emma's arm slip around her waist and pull her close.

Emma could tell Regina was wrestling with something, maybe several somethings. She looked over at the digital clock. 2:30 a.m. A typical hour for demons to visit. She placed a soft kiss on Regina's temple and settled down next to her. Her eyes were drifting closed when Regina's voice drifted along the dark night.

"I saw Mal a while ago," she said quietly. "She's…concerned about Blue."

"Blue's in the hospital," Emma mumbled.

"Mal said there was some…beliefs about children conceived with magic. Beliefs Blue may ascribe to." She reached down and took Emma's hand. She didn't want to tell her about this, but she knew she had to.

"Like what?" Emma's brow furrowed and she sat up.

"That they're…dangerous. That they can open rifts between worlds, move between worlds, things like that. It's all very vague when you look into it, which I did. An old fear from a superstitious people."

"Do you believe it?" Emma asked, concern flickering across her features.

"No. The people who created that story are about as rational as the peasants you see in Monty Python movies." She squeezed her hand and gave her a reassuring lopsided smirk.

"A witch! Burn her!" Emma exclaimed in a faux British accent.

"Exactly. Mal thought Blue may…try something."

She sighed, "Well, I guess its good to have a dragon looking out for you."

"The Blue went into a coma right after that and I…it went to the back of my mind."

"And now its decided to pop back up?"

"Emma, I won't let anyone hurt that baby," she said, her eyes hard with intention.

Emma nodded. "I know you won't. And neither will I."


The other fairies from the convent all chatted nervously as they stood outside their mother superior's hospital room. They talked about the eye, how you could tell that it had no vision, it glazed over and looked almost glassy. Other than that Blue seemed unchanged physically. Mood wise she seemed in to be in a better mood than they could ever remember her being. She laughed off the eye, stating she had an extra one so there was no need to be concerned. She was ready to go home and made it very clear until the doctors decided to release her.

She emerged from her room dressed in her usual navy blue attire, a smile lighting her features. She thanked her sisters for coming to escort her home and as she looked at them she saw over their shoulders an old friend walking up the hallway.

"Snow! You didn't have to come to the hospital. I'm leaving anyway. How's that lovely daughter of yours?"

Snow pushed down her sudden misgivings and stepped forward to embrace her friend.

"She's great. She's out on vacation right now. How are you feeling?"

"Right as rain. Tell her I need to speak to her as soon as possible, will you?"

Snow nodded and gave her a forced smile, trying to ignore the warning alarms blaring in her head. Something wasn't right, but she had no idea what it was. She watched the smiling fairy gather her cohorts and move away down the hall.


Emma was luxuriating in a cozy afterglow, Regina's naked form wrapped around her from behind. Pleasant shivers ran down her back where she could feel Regina against her and where the brunette was lazily stroking her leg.

"I feel…everything feels very sensitive right now."

"Really?" Regina asked, dropping a kiss on her bare shoulder, her dark hair spilling forward to tickle her skin.

"Yes, keep doing everything you're doing," she sighed.

She slid her hand around and brushed the back of her hand gently against Emma's straining nipples. She arched forward to increase the contact.

"Tease."

Regina chuckled and nipped at her neck.

"Maybe I should blindfold you, then I could really tease you."

"Will there be tying up as well?" she asked, a bit of a smile in her voice.

"Tying up?"

"Yea, I always…well I figured back in your queen days you were probably into that kind of thing."

Regina leaned up and looked down at the blonde, her brow furrowed. "What kind of thing?"

"You know, domination. The leather and…"

Regina rolled over on her back and let out a stream of laughter.

"You thought the queen was a dominatrix?"

"Well, kind of. A little bit, I mean…"

"And what evidence did you have for this, other than your own…" She started laughing again and couldn't continue the sentence.

"My own what?"

"Naughty little imaginings, Princess. Don't you know people in power usually want to be dominated when in the bedroom? They want to escape their burdens, hand over control to someone else for a little while."

"You are ruining the stories I have in my head about the evil queen," she huffed.

Regina laughed even harder. When she finally caught her breath she curled herself back around Emma and rubbed the back of her foot against her naked calf. "We can play out your stories sometime if you like. What will it be? The queen punishing a misbehaving servant?"

"Let me think about, I'll get back to you. Now get back to what you were doing."

"Yes, Mistress," she purred, snaking her hand around to tease the woman once again.