A/N Congratulations to jehc for being the first winner of my 'Back to the Start' competition, I hope that this was what you were looking for :)

Prompt- 'Can you do one with an age regressed Snow, where Emma has to call Regina to help her look after her.'

Thank you for all the entries to the competition :)

Little Cupid

"Have you found anything yet?" Snow asked as she placed coffee in front of her daughter.

Emma looked up from the magical tome Regina had lent her and shook her head, "Operation Mongoose has come to a grinding halt."

Snow nodded, she knew that Regina deserved her happy ending, especially after everything that she had been through, but she couldn't help wondering whether she was missing something that was right under her nose. She had seen the saviour and queen's 'friendship' develop since Robin had left, and she was beginning to think that Regina may be too fixated on finding the author to try and write her own happy ending. Despite this, however, there was still a part of her that couldn't quite accept the former Evil Queen and her daughter just yet, so she had resolved to keep her theories to herself for the time being while she sorts through her own feelings on the subject, even if her husband seemed to think it was a great idea.

"Well what is in that book?"

Emma sighed and leaned against the couch, "it looks like just a bunch of useless spells. I thought we could try a summoning charm, but Regina said it was a stupid idea, so-"

"You're doing it anyway?" Snow laughed.

"She called me an idiot," Emma pouted.

Snow just smirked and shook her head, "she is a magic expert sweetheart, not to mention that she's your teacher."

Emma rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the elfish symbols on the page, some of which she now understood.

"Ha, I found it," she said triumphantly, before she began to slowly read it.

Snow had an eyebrow raised throughout the entire passage, with her limited knowledge of the language, she was fairly certain that this couldn't possibly be the correct spell.

Emma waved her hands for effect at the end of it, and smiled broadly as smoke began to bellow around the room, but her face fell when it began to swirl around the mother.

"Mom?" Emma asked worriedly as she quickly jumped up to her feet.

The smoke cleared to reveal a confused little girl, with a furrowed brow.

"Who are you?" she asked cautiously.

Emma swallowed hard, realising that she had mixed up the symbols, it's an age regression spell.

"Errr...my name's Emma...Princess Snow, right?" she tried.

Snow smiled broadly at the blonde, and Emma tried not to smirk at just how foolishly trusting this girl seemed to be.

"You can call me Snow," the girl replied.

"Of course Snow...just one question: how old are you?"

"Eleven and a half," she replied with a gap tooth-grin.

"You did what?!" Regina shouted down the phone.

"Calm down, Regina," Emma whispered back, looking back at the girl who was watching TV with a very confused expression.

"I told you not to try the spell, so you ignore me and then do a different one?" she asked with an exasperated sigh.

"Look, it was an honest mistake, can you please help me?"

Regina threw her pen on her desk, she could practically hear the saviour pouting and she would be lying if she said that image couldn't get her to do anything, not matter how idiotic.

"Why should I help?"

"She's asking for you," Emma replied with a small smile.

"Why would she ask for me?" the mayor asked with a furrowed brow.

"She said she wants her mother," Emma chuckled.

Regina's eyes widened, "how old is she?"

"Eleven and a half," Emma imitated.

Considering this for a moment Regina put her head in her hands when she realised that was one of the couple years that Snow had actually called her 'mother', "you have got to be joking."

"Will you just come here?" Emma begged.

Purple smoke materialised in the kitchen, and a moment later the mayor appeared in front of the blonde.

Emma rolled her eyes and hung up, throwing her phone on the counter.

The sound drew the princess's attention, and her eyes widened when she saw the queen.

It's definitely her, but she looks so different...and angry, she thought.

Jumping off the couch, she ran towards the familiar face anyway "mother," she said happily as she launched herself into her embrace. Regina held her arms away from the girl and gave the other woman an angry look.

"You are a moron."

"How is this my fault?" Emma sighed, though she was desperately trying to not to laugh at the tight hug Snow was giving her.

"Everything is always your fault, Miss Swan," she shot back.

Snow furrowed her brow and pulled away from the woman, "what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," Regina frowned.

"You're so different," Snow replied.

Emma scoffed, which earned her a dirty look in response. The blonde just held up her hands in surrender and walked over to the couch with a snicker.

Regina considered her options for a moment, before she decided that there was no way for Snow to transverse Storybrooke without explanation, now was as a good a time as any.

"Someone," she began as she threw a glance towards the unhelpful blonde, "cast an age regression spell on you. You're actually supposed to be about thirty years old."

The girl's eyes widened in disbelief; that explains why she looks so much older. But looking around the apartment she asked, "are things really this different in the future?"

Regina bit her lip, and decided to just go with it, "we had a lot of technological advances."

Emma looked at Regina curiously and she just shrugged as Snow continued to inspect the area.

Her visual exploration was interrupted by the sound of a key turning in a lock, a tall brunette boy yawned as he walked in. Opening his eyes, Henry looked at each person in the room with a raised eyebrow.

"Errr...hey guys...what happened?"

"Snow got turned into an eleven year old, and it's not exactly clear who did it," Emma called from the couch without looking away from the TV.

"So you did it?" Henry laughed.

Emma turned dramatically to look at her son, "how could you accuse-"

"Yes, she did it," Regina sighed.

Henry smirked at his blonde mother who just fell back onto the couch in defeat.

"Who are you?" Snow asked friendly.

Did I not teach her any caution? Regina internally sighed.

"Oh...errmmm...I'm Henry...I'm your..." Henry looked between his mothers for help and Emma just smirked and sat back up.

"He's your brother."

Snow smiled at him, "really?"

"Sure, why not?" he replied with a small laugh.

Regina put her head in her hands, "this is getting out of hand, give me the spell book."

Emma frowned and muttered,"buzz kill" before handing it to her. The blonde desperately tried to keep her defiant composure as their hands brushed, she just couldn't hide the blush, but apparently Regina could. Snow looked between the two of them, beginning to formulate a theory.

"Of course it's a time based spell," Regina sighed as she threw the book on the counter, "you'll be an adult again in about two hours."

Emma smirked and Regina returned this is with a filthy look.

"So you just need to watch TV for two hours," Emma offered.

Snow shook her head and pointed at the box, "I don't understand why you would want to spy on other people's lives through that magical box."

Henry and Emma each let out a bark of laughter, which caused Snow to furrow her brow.

"Fine, what do you want to do?" Regina ground out.

Snow tilted her head in consideration, before she felt her stomach growl. Placing her hand on it, she looked up at Regina, "I'm hungry, mother."

Henry raised his eyebrows, but Emma just pulled him down to the couch with her and made a shushing sound through a laugh.

"Stop calling me that!" Regina finally snapped.

Snow's face dropped, and Regina closed her eyes in frustration.

"But..." Snow began with a wobbly chin.

Henry and Emma exchanged a look, and Henry quickly jumped off the couch, "we have cookies, want some?"

Snow nodded and the boy led her over to the kitchen, giving his mother a sympathetic look.

Regina came over to the couch and plopped onto it.

After a moment of silence Emma said, "That was a bit harsh."

"It's just bizarre," Regina sighed.

Emma nodded in understanding, and watched as Henry handed his grandmother a packet of cookies, which caused her to furrow her brow in confusion as she looked at the plastic.

"She thinks that you're her mother," Emma reasoned, "can't you just go with it for two hours?"

"I'm only eight years older than her," Regina sighed.

Emma smiled weakly. Though she had never mentioned this to her mother, she had begun to hate the grandfather she had never got to meet for what he had done to Regina. Now she was realising that this whole ordeal probably just brought those memories flooding back.

Regina nervously rang her hands together, oddly enough, she was actually beginning to feel guilty for what she had said.

Emma considered her next mover for a moment, before she grabbed her hand and squeezed it in support, "it's just two hours."

Regina sighed and nodded.

Snow watched the interaction curiously; she could tell that they were close, even though she couldn't hear her whispered words.

"Where's father?" she asked suddenly.

Henry looked up at her in shock, before he shook his head, "err...Leopold passed away a few decades ago."

Hurt flashed across her face, before she furrowed her brow, "why do you call him Leopold?"

Henry winced as he realised his folly, but decided to tell the truth, "mom adopted me."

Snow nodded in understanding, "so you don't know your real parents."

"Emma's my birth mother," he replied automatically, before he mentally face palmed himself.

Snow looked between the two women, considering his words, she asked, "so...they're together?"

Henry looked at his mothers, sitting close and whispering to each, he sighed and leaned against the counter, "no, they're too stubborn."

"Why?"

"Well everyone knows that they like each other, but they're just pretending to be 'friends'," he explained as he handed her a glass of milk to accompany the cookies.

Snow nodded, "maybe they just need some encouragement?"

Henry furrowed his brow and looked at his grandmother curiously, he was pretty sure that she would slap herself if she heard this.

"How do you mean?" he laughed.

"They just need to be made aware that they like each other."

Henry nodded, though he remembered how his last 'Operation SwanQueen' had failed miserably, every plan he tried just seemed to backfire. The whole Robin issue certainly didn't seem to help.

"That may not be easy," he replied.

"They already seem pretty close," she reasoned as she pointed towards the pair.

"Henry, you can't have cookies for dinner," Regina called.

Henry's shoulders slumped as he had just about managed to get the cookie near his mouth, sighing he dropped it on the counter, "then what is for dinner?"

Regina turned to Emma, who just rolled her eyes, "fine, I'll go to Granny's."

"No, you'll give me the money, and I'll go to Granny's," Regina smirked.

Emma pouted, but Regina just continued to hold out her hand until Emma dropped a small pile of dollars onto her open palm.

"I'll be right back," she smiled, albeit a weak smile, at Snow, before she made her way to the door.

"I'm coming with you," Henry announced as he ran after his mother, he honestly didn't think he could stand this weirdness anymore.

Before Emma could protest, the door shut and she fell back against the couch.

Snow placed her glass down on the counter and walked over to the blonde.

"Are we related?" she asked.

"Errr..." Emma began, before Snow held up her hand.

"You look like my mother."

Emma ran her hand across her face, though internally she smiled at the thought that the family resemblance was so obvious. "Yeah, we're related."

"So your my...?" Snow began as she sat next to her.

Emma thought for a moment, but decided to just bite the bullet, "I'm your daughter."

Snow raised her eyebrows higher than Emma though humanly possible, and just shook her head, "but you're..."

"It's a long story," Emma sighed.

Snow nodded and thought about it for a moment, "I believe you."

It was Emma's turn to raise her eyebrows in shock which caused Snow to laugh, "I just feel like you're telling the truth."

Emma smiled brightly and they fell into silence.

Snow began working through the implications of what Emma had told her, but decided that no matter what magic had altered their ages, Regina and Emma seemed perfect together and it seemed as though they already shared a son.

"So I suppose that you don't see Regina as your grandmother," Snow laughed.

Emma's face contorted into one of disgust and she nodded, "definitely not."

"So how do you see her?"

Words failed Emma as she looked at the mini version of her mother, this cannot be happening, she thought.

"We're friends," she finally replied.

"Now you're lying," Snow chuckled, "neither of you hide your feelings very well."

"Your way off...wait, 'neither'?" Emma asked eagerly.

Snow nodded.

"No, she doesn't like me back," Emma replied after a moment.

"She definitely does," Snow chuckled.

"And you would be okay with it?"

Snow frowned, "why wouldn't I be?"

Emma sighed as she realised she was literally talking to an eleven-year-old version of Snow, who didn't know anything of what Regina had done, or the many reasons why she wouldn't want her daughter to be with her.

"It's another long story that you'll remember in a couple of hours," Emma said with a sad smile.

"So you won't follow your feelings because of me?" Snow frowned.

Emma thought about this for a few moments, "I guess its part the reason."

Why would I allow my daughter to be miserable? she wondered.

"Well that's not a good reason," Snow declared as she eagerly perched herself up on her knees. "If you truly love her than nothing should get in the way, you should just grab her and kiss her."

Emma raised her eyebrows at the eager girl, and pushed her lightly down, "that's not how things work here."

"Why not?" she asked sadly.

"Things aren't that easy, I can't just tell her how I feel, it would just complicate everything and she already has her soul mate," Emma sighed as she explained.

"If she has her soul mate, then why does she look so sad?"

"Because he left," Emma replied.

"Then he can't be her soul mate," Snow said adamantly.

"He didn't want to leave," Emma defended, though she wasn't quite sure why she was sticking up for Robin.

"Then he should have found a way to stay, you're here right?"

"It's not that easy!" Emma shouted.

"What's not that easy?" Regina asked, as she walked through the door.

"Regina?" Emma stuttered.

Henry looked at his mother curiously, "I forgot to check whether I got last week's issue of the Avengers," he explained.

Emma nodded and continued to look at Regina hoping that she hadn't heard much.

"What isn't easy?" Regina asked again.

Snow looked between the two women, and with a mischievous smile, she said, "she likes someone but she thinks it's too complicated to tell them."

Emma gave the girl an exasperated look, and she just smiled in triumph.

Regina nodded, slight jealousy burning at the thought of Emma telling Hook how she feels, "you should just tell them," she agreed.

"You too?" Emma sighed.

"If it is who I think it is than I can assure you that they feel the same way."

Henry watched in wonder, is it finally happening? He thought giddily.

Emma looked at Snow who nodded in encouragement, remembering her advice she stood, and "okay, then her goes nothing."

She walked over to the brunette, grabbing her waist, she pulled her against her body. As if on instinct, Regina's arm went around the blonde's neck. Emma took a deep breath, and leaned down slightly to capture the other woman's lips in a short but sweet first kiss.

Once she pulled away, Regina stared at the saviour for a few moments, before she said, "I thought you meant Hook."

Emma pulled a face of disgust, which caused Regina to break into a broad smile.

"Finally!" Henry shouted with a fist pump. Each of their arms fell from the other woman, and they turned to the boy each with a laugh at his smile.

"What?" Regina chuckled.

"I've been trying to do this for ages," he said, and then turning to Snow he said, "you need to be involved with more operations."

Snow furrowed her brow in confusion, but Henry grabbed her arm, "come on, let's give them some time alone."

-2 hours later-

"Snow, wake up," Charming whispered softly after he watched smoke engulf her small body and return it to normal.

Snow opened her eyes, and frowned as she thought about the dream she had.

Sitting up, she realised that she was in Emma's room, shaking her head, she just sat up and smiled at her husband.

Stretching, she followed him down the stairs.

Stopping dead in her tracks , she looked over at the couch. The credits of a film were playing, Regina was asleep on her daughter's shoulder, Emma's arm was snaked around her waist as she dozed.

The colour drained from her face, "it wasn't a dream, was it?"

"Nope," Henry chuckled.

A/N So that was it XD I hope you guys enjoyed, reviews would be much appreciated :)

As usual I need to thank QueenApples for being the best beta in the world XD