"Next question: In the movie Jaws what was the instrument of the shark's demise?"

Emma leaned back against her raised hospital bed and sighed. "I feel this is a trick question," she stated. She pulled distractedly at the wires connected to the sensors stuck to her skin seemingly everywhere. Regina sat to her right in a chair pulled up next to the bed and wore a yellow disposable surgical gown over her clothes. There was point early on where the possibility of a C-Section had appeared to be very likely until the baby shifted into the proper position.

Regina glanced at the movie trivia book and then back at Emma with the intensity of a game show host.

"He shot the oxygen tank which was in the shark's mouth….so I'm going with the rifle."

"Are you sure?"

"Dammit! I knew it was a trick. Rifle, it was the ultimate cause, right?"

Regina shook her head, "Sorry, it's oxygen tank."

"Bullshit! That was a trick question. The tank by itself didn't kill the shark! I object." She sucked in a breath suddenly and her face flushed red.

"Emma…breathe, breathe through it."

"Where's that fucking epidural?"

"I don't know…"

The blonde wood door opened and Henry entered with two cans of soda in his hands. Regina honestly hadn't needed them but she sent Henry to get them anyway to keep him busy.

"They didn't have the one you wanted…" He stated.

"That's fine. Can you go get the doctor please?"

He nodded and left after handing of the cans of soda.

Doctor Hyacinth was standing in a hallway around the corner from Emma's room. Her arms were crossed across her chest and listening to the fairy in front of her, her lips pursed as Nova spoke.

Nova's soft brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail and she appeared visibly distressed. When Henry turned the corner he spotted them and stepped back before they could see him, tucked away around the corner out of sight.

"With no magic we're all vulnerable," The Doctor hissed.

"I know that! I don't want to hurt anyone, least of all fellow fae, no matter how deluded they may be. But I was just down in the morgue, Rose. That's Tinkerbell down there. Tink, dammit!"

"You know fairies are very hard to kill, Nova."

"Typically yes, but with no magic? We're no different than any other two legged mortal creature. Despite that, despite it, I don't want to kill anyone, least of all our sisters. But hurt? Hell yes."

The elevator at the other end of the hall dinged and the stainless steel doors clid open. A group of six petite women stepped out, every one hold a blunt instrument. Nova and Rose turned to watch them approach.

The first fairy to reach them handed a wooden baseball bat to Nova who took it by the handle and rested it over her shoulder. Every one of the fairies held something that could be used as a weapon; baseball bats, pool cues, and other similar instruments made up their arsenal.

"They're headed this way. You deliver that baby, and we'll take care of the rest."

Rose nodded and watched them head back to the elevator as did Henry. He could have sworn he saw a flash of brass knuckles on one of the fairies hands. He emerged from around the corner and the doctor swung her gaze in his direction.

"My Mom needs you," he blurted. A million thoughts were racing through his head but he wasn't sure what to do other than what he had been told. She nodded and walked past him. He decided it was best to make a phone call.

Dr. Hyacinth went into the delivery room and Emma and Regina immediately fixed their eyes on her.

"I need an epidural with a shot of whiskey," Emma stated, squeezing Regina's hand as more pain roiled through her.

"No problem, the order has been passed on to the bartender who should be here shortly. Regina, may I speak to you in private for a moment?"

The brunette looked over at Emma and then shook her head. "Whatever you need to say to me you can say to her."

Rose sighed and closed the door behind her. "Okay then, I just saw Nova. She and a group of fairies with baseball bats are heading downstairs. She thinks the body from the fire is…Tinkerbell and said a group of Blue's fairies are on the way."

"Tink?" Regina whispered, swallowing hard. "No, she…"

"I don't know for sure, I just have Nova's word on it right now. She's looking to bust some heads. I have a feeling you don't have to worry about them getting up here but I'm going to have the floor locked down anyway. Speaking of which, I want to draft your son and have him guard the stairwell."

Emma could feel Regina getting riled just holding her hand.

"That's a good idea, Doc. He doesn't want to see the miracle of birth, trust me. Or see that much of his mother."

"Emma!" Regina turned to look at her. "He's a child."

"He's getting to be a big boy, Regina. Let him help, you know he'll be hurt if he can't." She titled her head and delivered her best puppy dog eyes.

"Damn you, Swan," Regina muttered. "The messes you get me into…"


Nova and her posse strolled into the hospital's main entrance and grouped around the main desk. The nurse manning it gave them a suspicious look but said nothing.

"I suggest you get out of here, things are about to get ugly."

"We're used to ugly here," she replied tartly.

"Yea, well you ever heard the song Ballroom Blitz? Now put a couple dozen fairies in there with baseball bats and you get my meaning." She set her wooden bat on the desk and looked over at the woman with a steely gaze. "Can I borrow that marker?"

Nova was not mistaken, a group of about a dozen black clad fairies were making their way to the hospital, taking the steps that led directly to the main lobby. They had their orders. They wore identical clothing and black eye masks to make identification as difficult as possible. When they opened the doors and flooded in their plan was to overwhelm the hospital staff and make a path for Blue to get to the Swan-Mills and finish her plan.

What they had not planned for was a group of their sister fairies to be waiting for them.

Nova stood with a bat perched over her shoulder and when she saw them she started laughing, as did the rest of her group.

"What!" an angry fairy demanded. "What is so damn funny and what are you doing here?" They positioned themselves into a loose line, facing the ones who stood in their way.

Nova smiled brightly before responding. "First off, nice masks dipshits. You don't look suspicious at all. Second, you aren't stepping foot beyond this lobby. Sisters," She dropped her shoulder and let her bat swing down to her side. In black marker there were a few hearts and peace signs drawn on the wood. "I say this with peace and love, but we intend to be beat the ever lovin' shit out of you."

The front desk nurse decided to leave once the first chair came crashing against the wall next to her.


The sound of tires breaking stopped Lily in her tracks along the dark street and she looked over at the car which had stopped. With a sigh she walked over and opened the pearly white car door.

Her mother sat in the driver's seat and gave her a smirk. "Wanna go to a fairy brawl?" Mal asked.

She returned an identical smirk. "Hell yea!" She slid into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut.


As Blue made her way up the steps to the hospital she was perplexed to see a flurry of activity occurring in the the hospital lobby. Through the glass she could see several forms struggling, objects flying and quite a few blunt objects being swung. She topped for a moment, gripping the dark snub nosed revolver in her hand which was almost hidden by the sleeve of her navy blue button sweater.

Well, she could use the situation as a distraction, she figured. She took another step up and heard a voice shout.

"Blue! Stop right there!"

She turned on one heel to look behind her and saw Snow at the foot of the steps with bow and arrow in hand. The arrow was notched and ready to be aimed.

"Of course," she sighed. "Snow, I understand. I do. But you need to understand there is something bigger at stake here. I've seen it, I know." He pale face seemed to almost tremble and she looked tired. Her brunette curls looks disheveled and unkept. "If I don't do this, none of us survive, understand?" She turned her face away and took the next step.

"Blue! I will shoot."

"Not if I shoot first."

Everything seemed to slow down. Blue's arm rose and she turned and Snow pulled her bowstring. The arrow flew, Blue's shot went wide, and an arrow head poked out from the fairy's back, creating a raised spot on her blue sweater. She stood for few seconds, looking at the arrow buried in her chest before crumbling to the concrete steps beneath her.