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Enchanted Forest:

Regina poofed back into her sitting quarters, and angrily strolled to her chair. Throwing herself down, as she ripped off her gloves and looked up into the vanity mirror. Anger and seething oozed from her features.

"How was your trip?" Came Elizabeth's sharp, soft, voice from the doorway.

Regina's eye snapped up to her daughter, who strolled slowly in the room. "Elizabeth, what are you doing in here?" Regina asked, as confusion took over her features at her daughters outfit of a dark green tunic and black pants. Regina tried to stand, but found herself stuck to her chair.

"What on..." It was then the older woman noticed the necklace laid out in front of her, on the vanity desk. Her eyes widened and tore to her daughter's neck.

"What's wrong, Mumsie?" Elizabeth voice was eerie soft.

"Elizabeth." Regina breathed out, worry starting to show slightly on her face. "I.."

The younger girl let out a humorless laugh. "Save it. I know exactly what you did. I remember everything"

Elizabeth continued to stroll slowly towards her mother, and Regina struggled against the invisible force holding her down.

"Don't bother, it's Grandmothers magic. You won't get up until I want you to."

They older woman's eyes widened in surprise, again, and then looked to the spell book in her daughter's hand. "If you want to play dirty, mother, lets even the playing field."

It was then, Regina noted the slight tremble in the girls hands. When she looked back up, she plastered on a fake, gentle, sympathetic smile.

"Elizabeth, please. Just let me explain." The older woman breathed out, the confidence returning to her voice.

"No. We're done playing by your rules." Elizabeth forced her body to be still, even though her heart pounded so loudly she could barely hear, or focus.

"Darling, what exactly do you plan to do?" Regina dropped the soothingly, motherly voice, and now had genuine curiosity, with a hint of mocking, in her tone.

"I'm leaving." Elizabeth stated, standing a little straighter. Her mother's eye bore into her own, making her want to curl into a ball on the floor, but she held the stare.

"I'm leaving and you're going to let me leave."

"Is that so? And what, you're going to run to Snow?" Regina sounded amused, "how do you intend for that to happen?"

"If I must, magic." Elizabeth's hands started to shake once more, but she ignored them.

"My dear, I think you're in a little over your head, don't you?" Regina's eyes went back to the spell book, slight worry still gleamed in her eyes. "We both know you don't know how to wield that power correctly, my sweet."

Elizabeth leased a shaky breath, "I never said I was doing this alone."

The younger girl knew she needed to act fast, knew she'd lose her nerve, if she didn't get out of there. Plus, she had no idea how long her grandmother's magic would hold. Heck, she didn't even think it'd work to begin with.

Elizabeth cleared her throat, "I'm leaving." Regina started to interrupt, but Elizabeth held up a hand, silencing her.

"I'm leaving and you're not going to stop me. I'm not coming back and you're not going to look for me. Period."

The two women continued to hold each others gaze. Tears appeared at the corner of Elizabeth's eye's, from guilt or anger, she wasn't sure which.

"I adored you, you know. You, father, Snow." The breath swooshed from the younger girl's lungs. Sucking air back in, she continued, her voice shaky, "I know I never listened to your orders, but you were my world. Do you remember, remember when you forced to me to take lessons from you?"

A sad laugh escaped from the girl, as a small smile formed on her lips at the memory, failing to noticed her mother's stiffing. Elizabeth was looking down, lost in the memory, but her eyes floated back to her mother's, "I loved every second of it."

Pushing her shoulders back, and squaring her body in a confident stance, Elizabeth continued, "Our family was my world, and you, you destroyed all of it." Her voice held no emotion, but the battle in Elizabeth's eyes gave away her pain.

"That girl destroyed..." Regina tried to cut in.

"That girl is my sister!" Elizabeth snapped. "What did she do, mother?! What could Snow have possibly done that was so horrible, you in turn ruined my life for it?"

Elizabeth desperately wanted to know, to understand, where her mother came from. The pieces she was missing.

After a few seconds, Regina finally said, "she destroyed my happiness." The older woman's voice was hard, but some sorrow showed in her brown eyes.

When it was clear, the older woman wasn't going to continue, Elizabeth hefted another humorless laugh. "Well, I'm done letting you destroy mine." Her voice held no malice or anger, rather defeat. Defeat over a battle she didn't understand. Defeat over the pain she felt tearing apart her heart, knowing truly, her family was no more.

Regina had, what one might take to be, guilt on her face. She'd never thought, truly thought, what this did, would do, to her daughter.

Elizabeth took one more breath, steadied herself, and walked up to Regina. "I'm sorry." Elizabeth said sadly, then kissed her mother's cheek.

Her fingers were crossed, and Elizabeth prayed to a God she didn't believe in, as she pulled away from her mother. With every part of her, she hoped that the potion Andrew had gotten for her, would in fact work.

"Goodbye, mumsie." Elizabeth whispered, her heart drowning in emotions as her mother's eyes glazed over, and then Elizabeth poofed out.

Storybrooke:

"Dude! What did you eat?" I exclaimed at Henry, as he ripped another fart next to me. He had a triumphant smile on his face as he cuddled further into the couch, his attention solely on watching Grease, with Ray and I.

Suddenly, another fart ripped on the other side of me. My head snapped to Ray, as Ray was trying to mask her face, while mine contorted in horror and disgust, and Henry broke out into a fit of giggles.

"That vibrated the whole couch!" He exclaimed, causing Ray to start laughing.

I stood abruptly, waving my hands. "Air! I need air!" I yelled, running to the kitchen.

I could hear Ray and Henry still laughing and discussing farting tactics, causing me to roll my eyes, as I retreated to the kitchen for more snacks. "Gross. They're gross." I thought, with a smile on my face. Although, I couldn't deny they made me laugh though, too, even if they tried to kill me with toxic, bodily gas.

Walking back to the living room, I remembered I wanted my phone charger, to charge my phone before we had to leave. After placing the chips, bottled water, and banana's I'd grabbed, on the table next to the stairs, I quickly ran up to my room. I snagged my charger from by my desk, and was headed back to the stairs, when my mother's sharp voice cut through her closed door. She sounded furious.

"Go down stairs, Maddie." I said to myself, even as I found myself cautiously approaching the closed door.

Leaning my ear against it, I jumped slightly, as my mom practically yelled on the other end, "I don't care, Sydney. You will do as I say!"

There was a pause as, I assume, Sydney responded on the other end.

"That woman will not be the Sheriff. I will see to it, even if it's the last thing I do. This town knows better than to go against me like that."

Emma. She was talking about the blonde, I realized. I knew my mom didn't like her. The whole town knew that, but this… Especially, after Emma had saved her.

It had been a couple of days since the fire, and since then my mother had been at her office, locked in the study, or her room. I hadn't really heard her speak until now, and I was starting to wish it had stayed that way. This was hate and loathing like I'd never heard. Well, except for when my mom freaked out when Henry was placed in Mrs. Blanchard's class, but that's not important.

"To hell with Gold! I'll be in charge; you'll just do as I say."

I knew Sydney. He was a nice, slightly awkward guy, who would do anything for my mom. It was obvious to most that he liked her, a little too much, but him as Sheriff? No one understood why my mother was pushing this. Sydney was the lest intimidating person in Storybrooke. He lived to worship my mother, not protect and serve the community. Heck, Granny would do a better job, and would at least walk around town handing out cookies or something.

I was trying to wrap my head around this. What was the big deal if Emma was Sheriff? "This couldn't be about Graham could it?" I wondered to myself.

Shaking my head, I turned back to listen. "I wish I could shove that man back in a mirror," I heard quietly from the other side of the door. Processing too late that it was literally my mother on the other side of the door, talking to herself, as she pulled the door open. Causing me to spill onto her black, ever shiny, 4 inch stilettos.

I looked up to see her take her hand away from the door. The surprise in her face, quickly turning to confusion, then agitation and fury as she crossed her arms in front of her.

She simply raised an eyebrow, commanding me to explain myself.

"Uh, I… Uh, Henry and I wanted to know if we were going to eat before or after the debates?" I asked pathetically, even giving her a weak smile, but quickly dropped it, as her expression stayed hard.

"We're eating at the after party," she relied in a voice that told me to try again.

All I could muster was a regretful look at getting caught. "Sorry," I murmured and slowly stood up. My mom eyed me, but I couldn't tell why. "Go get your brother, we need to leave soon." Was all she said, as she turned back into her room.

I looked around for some explanation of what happened, but decided to count my blessing, and headed down.

"His hair is just dreamy." Ray's voice traveled to me on the stairs.

"But it looks gross and like he doesn't shower." Came Henry's innocent voice. "And why does he comb it so much? He looks dumb."

A sharp gasp rasped out and Ray dramatically shrieked, "Take that back! He doesn't mean it, John! He's a young, misguided soul."

Deciding to break up this charade, I walked in. "Henry, mom wants us to get ready to go."

"Oh, good." He replied, standing from the couch. "I still don't get why you two like this movie." He continued, a confused, pondering look on his face as he walked out. I watched him go, then turned back to Ray.

"Guess that's my cue to leave." Ray stated, standing up, and using the remote to click off the TV. "Wait, aren't you coming to the debate with us?" I questioned.

Ray was leaning down and tying her blue converse. "I'll meet you there. I'm walking with Chris and Derrick." She stood, now zipping her jacket and pulling her long golden hair out of the collar.

I gave her a confused look, "Why not just ride with us? We're driving straight there from here."

Ray's eyes darted up the stairs and then back to me. "Nah, I chose life." She said, ducking past me and heading towards the front door.

She paused, to grab her purse, just as my mother started down. "Madelyn, why aren't you ready?"

I looked down at my orange and white polka dotted socks, sticking out beneath my jeans. "I just need my shoes," I explained, looking back up.

"Try again." Was the response I received. I stopped myself from rolling my eyes, as I too, started towards the stairs.

"Well, see ya." Ray said quickly, yanking the front door open. "Bye, Mayor Mills!" Came through the door, as it shut behind her. My mother squinted her eyes, and pursed her lips, unimpressed by Rays departure. Taking a breath, I swallowed my annoyance and passed my mother to go put on more formal clothing.

"Maybe good can win." Henry said, his voice full of hope, as he sat across from me, on my bed. I let out a chuckle, "who knew standing up to Mr. Gold could give someone such power, let alone get them elected as mayor."

Henry beamed. Actually, he hadn't stopped beaming since we'd left the celebration dinner.

A knock sounded from behind us, and my mom stood in the doorway. "Alright you two, time for bed."

"Night, Maddie" Henry said, as he jumped off my bed and headed to his room.

My mom let him pass and watched him down the hall for a second then looked back to me, "Bed." She said, her eyebrows raising and her eyes telling me to get ready, now.

I got up to show I was listening, as she headed down to tuck Henry in.

As I emerged from the bathroom, and walked back into my room, my mom was in there looking at a picture of us on my bed-side-table.

Henry had taken it, as it was from one of the few times I'd agreed to help my mom bake. She told me to use the mixer thing, but when I turned it on, liquid, power, and all the ingredients within, were thrown out. Splattering us both, the counter, the cupboards, floor, ceiling, you name it, it was hit.

I had been so sure she was going to yell at me, but she hadn't. Instead she started laughing, hard, causing me to laugh, and we'd both slid to the floor in a fit of laughter.

Henry had come to see what was going on, and insisted on a picture when he saw us both splattered in white. In the picture, I'm looking at the camera. My eyes are gleaming and a little watery from laughing so much. My mom is standing next to me, looking at me, with her hands on my shoulders. A smile on her face as well.

A small smile tugged at my lips, thinking back to that moment. "I don't think it was fair you made me clean the whole kitchen myself," I said jokingly, walking to my bed.

My mom had a small, sad smile, as she looked from the picture to me. "You're the one that made the mess." She stated simply.

I eyed her. She looked… Hmm. Sad and distant.

She walked to my bed and sat on the edge, while I made myself comfortable. My mom let out a slight sigh and smile again. "I need to accept that my daughter has absolutely no baking abilities." She teased.

I narrowed my eyes, and stuck my tongue out at her. She was about to say something else, but stopped. I waited, but instead, she voided her face of emotion, cleared her throat and said a very formal, "Alright, goodnight, dear." She then leaned down to kiss my forehead.

I looked at her for one second, trying to process the abrupt change in our interaction, but she stood, and reached to turn off the lamp beside my bed. Sighing to myself, I snuggled further under the blankets, and turned to see the stars out the window. As my mom made her way out of the room, I said softly, "Goodnight, Mumsie."

With my back to her, I didn't see my mom go ridged and stiff by my door, or notice the surprise, and worry that was now in her eyes.

No, I was thinking about that Andrew kid. I didn't know why, but I wanted to talk to him.

Regina walked down the stairs, into the study, and straight for the liquor cabinet. Pouring herself a glass of scotch, and choking down a few drinks, before walking to the desk.

Her mind went back to that night. The night Elizabeth had stood up to her. Had used magic on her. The kiss that had turned her own love for her daughter, into hate, and heart ache. The kiss that had caused her to despise her daughter, almost as much as she despised Snow.

Regina stared hard at the picture on her desk. The picture of her two kids on the swings at the playground. Madelyn had insisted her and Henry swing together, while they were on a weekend stroll. Which, of course, caused a competition between the two, to see who could swing the highest.

Regina's eyes were on her daughter. In the picture, the younger girl's eyes shined bright, as she swung. Madelyn was looking at her brother, whose face was scrunched up in determination to beat his sister.

"Mumsie." The name echoed in Regina's ears. She hadn't been called that, by her daughter, in 28+ years.

Shaking her head to clear the memories, Regina grabbed the picture, shoved it into the desk drawer, and slammed it shut. She took a steadying breath, and then grabbed the report she needed to read over for her meeting the next day, the memories of the Enchanted Forest being shoved into the recesses of her mind. It was a coincidence. Only that.

I'm a little overly excited to post the next episode... It's a little sad, but eh. I write FF, so obviously I'm a nerd. I hope you liked this one, and cheers to the rest of your day!