Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

Spoiler: Same as before

A/N: I'm back from Japan! Had an amazing experience. I was going to get this up weeks ago but family issues and then my hard drive crashed, so in between homework and other things, my time to write wasn't that much. I was just lucky I like to send my friends stippets of my fanfics or else this would have taken longer. But it's finally done. Now then, on with the fanfic. You'll all be needing tissues for this one. Please don't send me hate.

"Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need to know of hell."

Emily Dickinson

Chapter 13: Goodbye

Magic is emotion.

Regina's voice was loud in her head, the phrase repeating over and over, but the spark she'd grown accustomed to feeling over the last couple of days wasn't there. It was like it had vanished. Rationally she knew she should move, to do something, but her legs weren't working right; flashes of memory assaulted her.

Unwelcomed lips against hers, a deceiving smile, hands clawing at her thighs, fingers invading her core. She pushed and fought against the brunette, shoving and attempting to push her away, until the familiar scent of magic reached her and she was bound against the bed, unable to move, unable to do anything but scream and beg and anything but moan…

The weight of her gun holstered at her side brought her back to reality, and she shakily drew the weapon, holding it out in front of her, the muzzle pointing at the older brunette.

Cora laughed, the sound making her startle even as she tried to get her bearings, "What are you going to do with that, dear? Shoot me?" Almost reflexively, she fired off two shots, aimed at the woman's head. They're stopped almost immediately, disintegrating before her eyes. There's flash of irritation in Cora's eyes as she smirked down at her, "Honestly." With a wave of a hand, Emma found herself being tossed hard against the tree behind her, losing her grip on her gun, the force nearly knocking the wind out of her. She rose to her feet unsteadily. Before she could even think, Cora was in front of her. The woman's lips were curled in a cruel smirk, and before she could move, the tree's branches came down and wrapped around her, keeping her pinned against the tree, "My dear, how I've missed you."

Panic started to set in; she couldn't feel her magic, no matter how hard she focused. "Go fu—" she started to growl out. Cora's lips settle over hers, cutting off her words; immediately she's feeling light-headed, fingers tingling in pain. This time, however, she can feel her magic starting to leave her.

Magic is a part of you. It's always going to be part of you because you're the product of True Love.

Shit.

As quickly as the kiss began, it ended; she dropped to the ground as Cora diverted her attention to the Head Nun, "I wanted to have some fun, Blue. You used too much of her magic."

"I didn't have enough fairy dust. Her magic was all I could use instead." It sounded like an excuse, but she wasn't sure the Blue Fairy made any.

Before she could begin to think of a plan, a movement to her left startled her.

Shit.

Henry watched as his blonde mother crumbled to the hard ground, barely moving. Magic, shiny white, seeped from her body every few seconds, and he knew he had to move. Something was seriously wrong.

The older brunette was still occupied with Mother Superior, her back turned, and he darted over to his mom as fast as he could. He began to shake her, "Ma? Come on, Ma, we need to go."

The hair on the back of his neck stood up as the older brunette spoke, "Well now, you must be Henry."

Before he could do anything, two puffs of dark purple smoke appeared in front of him. His mom and Mr. Gold. They made it. "Mom –"

"Stay with your mother, Henry." It was a command, but one out of love, he realized. Months ago, he thought she didn't love him, thought she only wanted to keep him from his "real" family, but now he knew that she loved him, that she'd always loved him.

You don't know what it's like with her. My life sucks!

"Ok," he replied softly.

There's no verbal reply, but in the way her stance changed, he can tell that she's now shifted her focus. Her eyes are fixated on the older brunette, and there's something similar between them that he can't quite place.

"Regina, darling, must you always get in the way?"

A fireball was instantly conjured in his mom's hand, "Don't test me, Mother."

Mother? His face turned pale, realization dawning. I think I'm going to be sick. Her turned his attention back to his other mother, and noticed that her magic was starting to leave her body faster.

"Mom!" He shouted, drawing his mom and Mr. Gold's attention, "Mom, something's wrong with Ma! Her magic is…"

There's a look of fear that passed over his brunette mother's face, but it's gone in an instant, "What is that?"

"Seems like the well is using her magic as an energy source." Mr. Gold frowned softly. "She needs to get away from here as fast as possible."

"Then we need to finish this quickly," she took a breath, "Henry, text your grandparents and tell them to get here as fast as possible. They need to get Emma to the hospital."

As soon as the text is sent, he started to shake his mom's shoulder, "Ma? Ma, you need to stay awake." She slowly sat up. Her eyes started to dim even as she struggled to stay awake.

My name's Henry. I'm your son.

Tears started to cloud his vision, and he struggled to not let them fall. "Ma, come on."

I love you, Henry.

She smiled at him, even as the magic began to leave her faster, "You be good for your mom, kid."

"You're my mom too."

She seemed so tired, eyes opening and closing every few seconds, "Yeah."

Anger filled him suddenly, surging up as she started to shake her again, "You're not allowed to die, Ma."

Regina pushed aside her worry and fear, focusing on her anger as she faced the Blue Fairy. To think this woman had helped her mother. It could be a spell, she reasoned, but then again, the Blue Fairy was a powerful healer who had experience dealing with Dark Magic, so she should be able to stop any of it.

"I know what you're thinking, Your Majesty."

"What's that?" From the corner of her eye, she watched as Gold and her mother stared at each other, sizing the other up. In any other situation, she would have taken Emma and Henry and left, but something about these two working together worried her.

"You're thinking that I'm under a spell. But I'm not. I know what I'm doing. And now, you can watch as the Savior dies in front of you."

"She isn't going to die." She snarled back, conjuring a fireball and throwing it. It's easily deflected.

She needed to finish this fast, but if she were honest with herself, she wasn't sure that she could. Her magic was flickering, and she could feel Emma's magic. Or rather the lack thereof. They'd grown closer in these past few days than ever before, and the connection she felt to Emma and her magic was almost –

"Obviously," the Blue Fairy pulled her from her thoughts, "you didn't like the show before, so you needed a closer view."

She turned to Blue, confusion in her gaze. Such an odd way to put it. And then suddenly, it hit her all at once.

Who knows, dear? Maybe next time you can watch.

The mirror.

Rage overtook her. "You! This was all your fault?!" She gestured behind her to where Henry knelt beside Emma, the blonde's breathing getting shallow. "Why did you do all this?"

"To reunite you with your mother, of course."

She couldn't believe this. This woman, who had helped Snow and Charming when her curse was coming, was working with her mother. It didn't make sense.

"You never anticipated Emma or I coming home, did you?"

"No, I did not."

"You knew what she did to me. To Emma."

Blue actually smirked, "Of course."

Regina conjured a fireball, throwing it towards the pitiful fairy, but it was easily deflected.

She conjured a second one, anger fueling her, when she felt it. It was like every synapse in her brain froze at once. Every muscle in her body froze. She was almost sure she felt her heart snap. Henry's voice broke through her haze, his voice choked with tears, one broken word slipping past his lips, "Ma?"

A/N: So…don't send death threats and let me know what you thought. Two more chapters to come.