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Hey readers! Nice long chapter for you today, I hope you enjoy it! Thanks as always for the reviews, follows and favs. Happy Sunday

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Rosie

Regina had awoken not many hours after she and Emma had gone to sleep, still tired from the little rest she had managed to steal the last few days. However once the brunette awoke she found it very difficult to sleep again.

So much had happened the previous day, finding Emma and then later on the words exchanged between them that had the potential to change everything. Regina had wanted Emma to wake still in her arms but she thought better of it, in case everything the Saviour said last night had simply been her getting caught up in the moment. Henry wasn't awake yet either which gave Regina a chance to have some time alone and she made the most of it, deciding to sit out on the back porch with a mug of coffee and a book until it was breakfast time.

It was several hours later when Emma made her way downstairs and spied the brunette sitting outside with her back turned, enjoying her moment of peace from everything that was so loud in their lives. Emma poured herself a mug of coffee and went to join the former Queen, smiling widely as she took the spot next to her and turned her head.

"Morning," Emma spoke, sipping gently on her steaming mug of liquid life, she allowed it, and Regina's gaze, to warm her very soul.

"Good morning," Regina replied. Smile spreading her lips sideways and showing brilliant white teeth.

The two women maintained eye contact for several seconds; green searching brown for the questions she knew wanted to be voiced, brown searching green for answers that neither of them had. They allowed their eyes to do the talking and eventually Emma burst out in a suppressed laugh which set Regina off too; both women forgetting for a moment that everything was about to crumble around them.

Regina's phone rang from upstairs just as the trio were finishing breakfast and she politely excused herself to answer it. She swiftly made her way up to her bedroom and pressed the accept call button just in time to catch whoever was on the other end.

"Hi, Regina?" said the accented voice on the end of the phone.

"Tinkerbell," Regina said, surprised until she remembered that the woman had come to visit her the other night before she realised Emma was missing and she hadn't got back to her. "Your visit the other night totally slipped my mind, my apologies."

"Don't worry about it. How is Emma, by the way, I was so glad to hear she was rescued."

"She is fine," Regina answered sharply, " thank you for your concern."

"I'm very happy to hear that. I was wondering if maybe we could meet today. What I have to tell you is of the utmost importance."

Regina doubted very much - considering the probable subject matter - that it was really of any importance to her at all but in order to stay in the fairy's good graces she denounced the idea as politely as possible.

"Today isn't the best for me. Emma is still in need of some assistance," Regina stated, "But I will call you to schedule a time this week for us to talk, if that is acceptable?"

"Well," the fairy answered, obviously unhappy with the answer she had been given, "actually I really do need to speak to you today, Regina."

"Well," Regina replied, voice turning sour, "I'm afraid I absolutely cannot. I will speak to you soon, Tinkerbell. I will let Emma know that you asked after her."

"Reg-" Came the attempt at convincing from the other end of the line but Regina pressed the end call button and sighed.

Robin Hood really was the last thing she cared about at the moment, and given everything that was brewing between she and Emma it didn't even feel right to talk about him, because though she knew either one had as good a chance as the other of being her True Love, she knew somehow that her heart had already chosen the side it was rooting for and nothing could be done to change it.

She returned downstairs to find her son and his mother sat at the breakfast bar, empty plates in front of them.

"Who was that?" Emma asked as she entered the room.

"Tinkerbell," Regina answered.

"Tink?" Emma said, perplexed, "what is Tink doing calling you?"

"She was actually enquiring after your health, dear, I was as surprised as you are," Regina lied. She didn't want to, not after how far they had come in confessing their true selves to each other, but she had to because this could mess things up and right now she couldn't deal with even more things needing to be fixed.

"Wow," the blonde contemplated for a second, "that was nice of her."

It was then the turn of Emma's phone to ring and she picked it up, smiling briefly when she realised that it was her father on the other end of the phone. He asked how she was, she told him she was fine, as always. Then he asked what their plans were for the day and whether he might be able to take Henry down to the docks for some sword practice which was accompanied with the solemn promise to not let him out of his sight. With a little persuasion from Henry and his blonde mother Regina allowed it, though not before going to far as to put the phone to her own ear and reprimand Charming harshly for his past mistakes; telling him that if even more hair on her son's head was damaged under his watch she would end him quicker than he could say true love.

It was several hours later, when sitting in the garden of 108 Mifflin Street that Emma and Regina were shocked into action by a beam of shimmering and blinding green magic projecting itself into the atmosphere from the East; from the barn.

Regina swiftly yanked the hand-brake of the Mercedes and the car came to an abrupt halt, skidding along on its wheels in the dirt. It would have been much quicker to drive there but unfortunately they would have to cover the rest of the way on foot.

"Jesus Christ," the blonde professed as she unclipped her seatbelt and threw the door open. "Were you a precision driver or something in another life Regina?"

"Unlikely, dear, probably just some sort of nefarious criminal," Regina japed with smirk.

Emma laughed and shut the car door gently, Regina following suit; they didn't want to make too much noise, even at such a distance. They set off into the trees, using the beam of magic as their compass.

"So what's the game plan?" Emma asked expectantly. Regina was - or more truthfully appointed herself - mastermind when it came to these kinds of endeavours and the blonde had learnt a long time ago just to follow instructions, unless the situation called for her spontaneity. However on this occasion Emma was met with silence; the one thing she hadn't expected.

"So we're going to wing it?" She continued, half joking, but her concern snuck its way through the words she expelled. She gained an incredulous look from Regina who was less than impressed with the suggestion.

"No of course we're not going to wing it, its just," she paused and Emma finished her sentence.

"You don't know where to start?"

Regina gave Emma the tiniest hint of a smile and replied, "Yes, something like that." She pondered this for a while as they continued to walk through the woods. They were both distracted by their thoughts, by each other, yet both were on edge, eyes flitting between themselves and the expanse of woodland around them.

The trouble for Emma was, when it came to magic, she didn't like to suggest things in case they were just overwhelmingly naive ideas, which she assumed that most of hers were.

"Maybe if we found a way to get the necklace off her then we would stand more of a chance? Or, you know, combining our magic doesn't seem to have failed us so far. If all else fails we can try that?" She asked nervously, not knowing if she was helping Regina at all or just pissing her off somehow. After last night the last thing she wanted to do was make Regina think any less of her than she obviously already did. Emma had revealed herself and in doing so she felt weak; one thing which Regina didn't stand for.

In her heart Regina knew that neither of Emma's suggestion were likely to work, but she entertained the ideas for a moment even if only to give herself some semblance of hope.

"Even if we managed to get the necklace off her, the beginnings of the spell have already been activated and now it cannot be stopped. We do have some time though, everything needs to be in perfect order before she can actually cast the spell. If we can somehow stop her then we can contain the spell, maybe. If what I read about it was correct it creates a portal which someone has to jump through before everything is set in stone," Regina said at a fast pace, half talking to Emma and half debating with herself.

"Okay, so as long as no one goes through it then it can't hurt us?" Emma asked, green eyes looking at Regina's, full of hope.

"Theoretically, yes, but I am no expert on the spell and should we not be able to disarm Zelena there would be very little we can do."

"Right, okay," Emma replied, "so we try and get the necklace off. Maybe we could both focus our magic directly at it and see if that makes it lose its power or whatever?"

"It sounds as good a plan as any my dear however there is something extremely special about that amulet," Regina confessed. It suddenly occurred to her that they had both been so concerned with themselves over the last few days that they had neglected to discuss in full detail the most important part of all of this; defeating Zelena once and for all. They were so concerned with simply getting through each day they had forgotten that there would become a point when they would have to end Zelena.

"And that is?" the Saviour asked, prompting the brunette for more information.

"The user of it pays a price when they put it on, a price that I think Zelena may not even be aware of, which I suppose could work to our advantage. The necklace is so powerful that it siphons magic from its wearer so that their magic is bound to its own," Regina didn't know why she hadn't thought of this before, but then she remembered.

"Thats a good thing for us though right? That means if we get it off her she'll lose her magic?"

"You're right, she will lose her magic if we remove it but the removal of it is the problem you see. The reason this amulet has survived so long, since Ancient Egypt, dear, is because it has never been broken. Once someone dies whilst wearing it, which many have, it retains their power for itself and so grows exponentially more powerful every time it has a host. The necklace isn't protecting Zelena, Emma, it is protecting itself." Regina told her, trying to make as much sense as possible. Some magical artefacts had pretty complicated powers and histories and the Amulet of Eoh was no different.

"Okay so we have a self-aware necklace in our way now?" Emma asked. Sometimes, just when she thought that she couldn't find out anything more insane than she was already familiar with, something new just came along and surprised her.

"Emma," Regina replied frustratedly, "please be serious." A raise of eyebrows and a silent look had Emma's solemnly promising to obey Regina's wishes. She continued as they walked up a steep slope, branches cracking underneath her feet. "The only way to destroy the necklace is to attack it with something of equal yet opposite power. It has never been in the hands of a hero, only villains, meaning that the power of good needed to destroy it will be something far stronger than even your magic, my dear, as powerful as it is. Even our magic together will be no match for it. Anyone who has the capability for darkness, like I, have the possibility to be," she pondered her words for a second, "put under its spell, so to speak."

"But we can try?" Emma asked. The question was childlike in a way, full of the need for reassurance, her vulnerability from the previous night soaking through slowly.

"Yes dear, we can try," Regina replied, glancing a smiling face quickly up from the ground. Without looking down she carefully and momentarily slipped her hand into Emma's and gave it a tight squeeze, hoping that it would help make her feel better, even only for a minute.

Ahead of them the began to see the thinning trees and fencing, indicating that their destination was not far away. They made their way forward, coming to crouch behind a large patch of bushes a hundred feet or so from the left of the doors. The air crackled with magic and it made Emma feel dark inside and out. She reached into her back pocket and pulled her phone out slowly while Regina kept her eyes trained on the door of the barn, brain moving so fast that Emma could see it in her eyes.

"I'm gonna text David and tell him to get Henry back to the mansion, he'll be safe there," Emma whispered to a barely attentive Regina. She tapped out a message on her phone and pressed send, slid her phone back into her pocket and laid a tentative hand on the brunette's shoulder.

"Just like you told me Regina," Emma said into deep, tumultuous eyes as the woman turned her head in her direction, "we can do this."

The tone in those eyes staring back at her was something that Emma was incapable of deciphering. Slowly and steadily Regina's hand crept up and slid along the soft curve of Emma's jawbone, her fingertips caressing the skin there, confident and firm as if this touch was the only thing keeping Regina whole. The blonde didn't know what to do, didn't know how to react as the brunette continued to look into her eyes mesmerisingly and convey both everything and nothing she wanted to hear all at the same time. Regina's head inched minutely closer, her look asking the question on both of their lips; what in the world was happening. Luckily, or rather, unluckily, it wasn't a question that was graced with an answer because the Sheriff's phone began to vibrate nosily in her pocket and Regina's hand dropped from her face quicker than she even realised; one second it was there, one second it was gone.

She gave Regina an apologetic look and jabbed the call button, placing the phone at her ear.

"Emma, you need to get down here right now," she heard her mother's panicked voice through the airwaves, "somethings wrong with Hook, he's-" she spilled out at a million miles a minute.

"Mom, slow down, is Henry okay? Where are you?" Emma replied, the look in her eyes immediately putting Regina on edge.

"Henry's fine Emma, we've got him, just, get here soon please. We're at the docks."

"Okay I'll be there as soon as I can," the blonde said, face darkening.

Emma looked over at Regina and sighed, "Hook's gone wacko and Snow is freaking out, let's go."

"And why are we all of a sudden at your mother's beck and call?" The former Queen sassed, knowing full well that they would have to go anyway.

Emma frowned, "Regina this is not the time, please."

The brunette's faced softened immediately, she really had been joking…mostly. "Emma I'm sorry, its a reflex," she said, shrugging her shoulders innocently. Emma couldn't hate her for very long and eventually conceded, holding out her hand. By now Emma was getting used to travelling by magic; it surely was the most efficient way of transport.

"This had to be a diversion to get us away from Henry. Lets go," Emma said, smiling reassuringly as the woman opposite her but underneath the brunette could see something eating away at the Saviour.

Their previously inhabited spot became filled with nothing but purple vapour and they landed, still holding hands, in front of the vast array of boats, facing the scene in front of them.

"Emma, Regina!" Snow yelled from across to their left and came running towards them as fast as she could considering her continually growing bump housing Emma's little brother. Henry and David were around the other side of the commotion and quickly made their way over to the two women.

Regina and Emma took in the sight before them. Hook's body was writhing, forcefully pinned to the ground by Smee and another member of the ship's crew.

"Mom!" Henry yelled and ran into his older mother's embrace first, then Emma's.

"You okay kid?" the blonde asked him.

"Yeah I'm fine. Ma Hook went crazy!" He said, though he didn't seem too scarred by whatever had occurred, probably because this kind of thing tended to happen all the time.

"What happened?" Emma asked, looking from Henry to her mother and father.

Surprisingly, David took up the role of storyteller. "Henry and Hook were having a fight."

Regina immediately butted in, "you're telling me after everything that had happened you are allowing a grown man to sword fight with my son. Really Charming, really?"

"No mom, its fine," Henry promised quickly, "we do no-contact-slow-motion rules."

Regina narrowed her eyes at him, "I'm not sure I believe you young man but David, continue."

"So they were fighting and suddenly Hook just stopped and started spinning round in circles and muttering in gibberish," David recalled dramatically. "Then he lunged at Henry with this weird look in his eye but luckily I managed to knock the sword out of his hand and grab Henry and those guys pinned him down."

"It was really weird Mom," Henry added in, "like he was speaking in tongues or something."

"Do you know what it could be?" Emma asked Regina as they all looked on, Hook still wriggling and occasionally grunting under the weight of the two men now sitting on top of him.

"I have no idea," Regina whispered, "Something to do with the curse's power maybe?"

Emma locked eyes with the brunette for several seconds then whispered back, "or the necklace?"

"Maybe," Regina replied quietly.

Emma turned to her father, regaining his attention. "Right. So we don't know if Hook went crazy then went for Henry because he was the closest to him or whether he was made to go for Henry specifically, but we can't take any risks. You and those two need to get him into a cell. Take all three of you because we don't need him escaping and then put Ruby on guard, she won't take any of his shit."

"Emma!" Regina said. She scolded but in truth the blonde was taking charge of their situation and after all the torment of the past few days it must have felt good for her. Regina allowed her to do this because Emma needed some control and some power in her life and this once the brunette was fine with giving hers over; something she had never, ever been okay with before.

"Shut up", Emma said playfully, half winking at the brunette and earning herself a loving glare in return. "That okay Dad?"

"I'm on it," he replied. "Let me know where you are," he said, "I mean it this time. Call me, no texts."

"Okay okay," Emma conceded with a smile. "Mom, can you take Henry to the mansion and keep him safe there?"

"Yeah, I can do that," she answered, always there whenever Emma needed support.

"Is that okay?" the blonde asked to Regina and Henry alike.

Henry nodded and Regina replied, "Yes, I think that may be the safest place for now. Get a few of the dwarves to go with you. Even dwarf protection is better than no protection," she told Snow.

"Okay," Snow answered, "I'll call them now."

Around the corner from the commotion, situated for the perfect view sat Zelena and Robin Hood. As they watched the Prince grip Hook's handcuffed hands and head and duck him into the back of the cruiser she huffed. This was not going as she planned.

"Would I be right in assuming that didn't work in the way you intended it?" Robin questioned moronically.

"No dear," she patronised, "of course I wanted him to be caught. That was exactly what I wanted."

"But I thought you wanted the boy-"

"I am being sarcastic you imbecile," she growled, closing the distance between their bodies in an act of aggression. "No," she spat. "It did not work in the way I intended it," she mimicked his tone. "So now, we shall just have to do it the hard way. I'm afraid that since you failed in your task I am going to have to manipulate the circumstances a wee bit to get what I want. Which means that you are going to have to become my little pawn," she chuckled.

Zelena didn't even allow him to speak as she leant in and covered his mouth with the palm of her hand. She inched further forward until her lips were inches from his ear. Pulsing magic began to flow from her hand and spread from his mouth into his body and she whispered in his ear. The necklace resting against her chest glowed green with the power of her magic. She pulled herself back and stopped whispering, magic still coursing through the man's veins. His eyes shot open and flashed green for a second then it all stopped and he sat still, perfectly poised, staring at Zelena.

"You know what you have to do," she said with finality and watched the man rush around the corner towards the small group.

Regina heard her name being called from nearby and she span around to see Robin Hood. She felt Emma tense by her side as she watched the man jog towards them. His face was different to usual, darker, his trademark grimace more unwelcoming than usual.

"Regina I need to talk to you," he shouted.

The brunette frowned at him then decided that she would rather go to him than put on a show, especially in front of Snow White and Emma. She had told Emma about Robin and she really didn't want Emma thinking that there was something going on between them because there absolutely wasn't. The former queen couldn't stop thinking about their kind of almost kiss just minutes earlier. It occurred to her the possibility of breaking the curse by kissing Emma, so that they could all get their memories back. She wondered if it was deep enough for that yet, but then again sometimes it was all she could feel, so maybe it would have worked. Robin Hood was the last thing she wanted, but she stepped closer to him anyway, coming to a rest far enough away from Emma and Snow that they wouldn't be able to hear what was being said.

"What do you want, thief," she asked quietly, ever aware of their audience.

"Regina," he looked down at her, attempting a smile but it fell off his lips. "Tinkerbell told me that a long time ago you and she followed a fairy dust trail and saw a man with a Lion tattoo, who was supposed to be your true love. I believe I am that man, and I would like to ask if you will take a chance with me."

Emma was standing with Snow and Henry just chatting quietly and waiting for Regina. The dock was clear now, only they, David and a few fishermen left. She wasn't paying attention to the conversation and was straining her ears to try and hear the tiniest snippet of Regina's encounter with that man. She casually moved round so that instead of having her back to the pair she was facing them. From this angle she was able to read Robin's lips perfectly; a talent which she had learnt over the years of listening in on conversations not meant for her. She caught Robin's words as he confessed and jealousy brewed inside her like the beginnings of a terrible storm.

"No," Regina answered bluntly. "I am not interested in your proposal, Mr. Hood. I'm afraid our connection makes no difference to the fact that I am simply not attracted to you. I am interested in someone else," she stated firmly.

Emma had no idea what Regina had replied but she could tell from the thief's face that it had put a dampener on his spirit. Quickly though, his face morphed from disappointment and sadness to anger. Emma was on her toes, ready to jump in and stop whatever was about to happen. However, she wasn't quick enough.

Regina was watching the man in front of her, green mist swirling in his eyes. This wasn't truly Robin Hood but some magic filled time bomb that her sister had sent into their midst. He growled and muttered, flinching as if there was something trying to get inside his body. The brunette steeled herself, expecting his attack but instead his hands reached up to her face, grasping roughly on either side, his fingertips gripping painfully into her hair. He brought her face forward and forced his lips onto her own. Her hands came up to pull on his arms but there was nothing she could do. The second their lips touched a burst of magic exploded outwards and knocked everyone to their feet.

Snow and David looked at each other with horror in their eyes as they realised that their memories had returned and that some very, very bad had happened. However they were distracted by Emma who was running as fast as she could towards Regina, the woman's face still clasped firmly and forcefully in the large rough hands of the thief.

The blonde slammed all her body weight into Robin and gave him a sharp and stinging bite to the arm which caused him to growl in anger. As he fell away Emma grabbed Regina and pulled the woman towards her, immediately looking her up and down to check that she wasn't injured in any way.

Their eyes connected as Emma whispered, "are you okay?"

Regina whispered the affirmative and then Emma was gone, flying at Robin Hood with the anger of a pack of wild dogs.

Snow grabbed Henry and put her hands over his eyes to protect him from seeing his mother go bat-shit crazy. She wondered why Emma was getting so defensive over Regina. Sure, they were friends now and Emma protected her friends but she had never cared enough about anyone to go this far, ever.

"What," she jumped on top of him, knees either side of his chest, "the hell," she punched him hard in the nose and heard a crunch, "do you think you're doing?" she screamed in pure rage, no one, she vowed, would ever touch Regina again if she didn't want them to. After what they had spoken about last night she felt an overwhelming need to protect the former Queen at all costs. So she continued hitting Robin, blood now streaming from his nose, his arms flailing beneath her. Several of her knuckles screamed in pain as she continued to move her hands.

"Emma! Stop!" she heard simultaneously from both Regina and her father who ran towards her. David's strong arms physically removed her from Robin's chest and immediately she realised what had happened and looked ashamed. David took Emma's place subduing the man and was aided by another to get him into the police cruiser with Killian.

"Get him in a fucking cell too!" Emma yelled, her anger and what she realised might have been magic subsiding as she watched her father say goodbye to Snow then get into the cruiser and drive away.

She turned around and almost crashed into Regina, who she hadn't realised had been directly behind her. There was something in her eyes; not disappointment like the blonde was expecting but something else. Emma looked down at her blood covered hands and sniffed, wiping her nose on her sleeve.

"I'm sorry," Emma said without making eye contact. The two women were completely oblivious to the eyes of Snow and Henry now watching the interaction between them in wonder.

Regina raised her hand and lifted Emma's chin to look in her eyes, there was a sort of mischievous glint in her eye, "You don't have to apologise dear. I would strongly you advise you not to ever do that in front of our son again, unless you want to be reprimanded for it. But it would be wrong to make you apologise for an act which was committed for the sake of my honour. So thank you, I suppose," she said smiling. There was barely any distance between their bodies and Snow was reminded of a time several years ago when the Sheriff and the Mayor were at each other's throats, inches away from each other arguing over their son. But this was different and even she could recognise that.

Emma looked shocked at Regina's words and self-consciously looked away, prompting Regina move her lips closer to Emma's ear and whisper, "no one has ever acted that way in my defence before, or ever come to my aid." She paused, terrified about uttering her next words, her hand slipping forward to rest on the side of Emma's hip. "Sometimes Emma, I think you may perhaps be my Knight in shining armour."

The blonde froze and then stepped backwards so to be able to look directly in the former Queen's eye. She looked like a deer in headlights for more than a few second but then her features softened. "If I'm the Knight does that make you the Queen?"she asked with a giggle.

"Yes dear, I suppose it does," was the answer she received; paired with a beaming smile.

The two women walked over to Snow and Henry who pretended that they had been doing anything but watching the entire interaction. Henry looked at Emma like an absolute know-it-all and Snow looked at Regina apprehensively, causing her to become concerned.

"Snow, is there something in particular wrong or has the wind changed and stuck your face like that?"

"Regina, seriously?" Emma asked but there was no anger in her voice nor her face. The brunette merely rolled her eyes in response.

"Yes, Regina," Snow told her off, though all the brunette could think about when she elicited this reaction from the younger woman was what she had been like when she was a little girl; all spoilt and bratty and self-assured. "This is serious," Snow continued. "The curse broke, we have our memories back? Did you not realise?"

Regina stopped for a minute as if searching her mind. "You may have your memories back dear but it appears I do not. The thief's enchanted kiss for some reason did not have an effect on me."

Snow's face darkened. "Regina um…" She didn't know how to tell the brunette what she had to tell her.

"Spit it out Snow, please."

"Yeah Mom what is it?" Emma asked curiously.

"The curse it was…" Snow paused, looking the former queen up and down with a look of confusion on her face. "It was us."

"What?" Emma looked into deep chocolate eyes.

"You heard me right Emma, we cast the curse that brought us back," Snow answered instead.

"But that can't be right, we thought that Zelena did it so she could cast this new one? Regina? How can it have been you?" Emma asked, worried that she had let herself open up to a woman who hadn't changed after all but was still the Evil Queen everyone feared her to be.

"You father and I, we…Well we decided that we needed to cast another Dark Curse because it was the only way to get back to you and Henry. But Regina you…you couldn't cast it because we needed the heart of the thing you love the most, which is Henry," Snow said, ruffling the boy's hair as she said his name. "So you crushed Charming's heart, instead, the thing I love the most. And…"

"Wait," Emma said, struggling to take all this in, "So Dad has no heart?"

"No, we split my heart," Snow replied looking up at Regina, "you ripped my heart out of my chest and tore it in two and now we share it."

Regina looked at Snow like she was speaking gibberish. "All of this actually happened?" She asked, "you're sure?"

"Yes." Snow said with finality. "I'm sure."

Zelena almost screamed out loud in unadulterated anger as she watched Robin Hood being loaded into the police car alongside Hook. She should never have been so stupid as to out her faith in two of the most pathetic males she had ever had the displeasure of laying eyes on. If that hadn't made her angry enough now she was watching Snow White almost blubbering at Regina which truly was sickening. She had been under the impression that it had been Regina who cat the curse, which she thought had been a blessing in disguise for her as she was spared the ordeal of casting one herself. But no she was somewhat disappointed in the fact that it has been the drivelling Charmings who had cast the curse. It put a downer on her mood even more. I just want this to be over and done with. I guess I shall have to do everything myself, she thought.

She stepped regally out from behind the building and strode her way towards Regina and Emma who were still, for some reason she did even want to fathom, pinned to each others sides.

"Well hello there dearies," she spoke loudly to their back, watching as they turned around immediately, though they didn't look entirely surprised to see her.

"Oh, my dear sister," Regina preened, "I see you're having to come and do your own dirty work since all of your terribly selected minions have failed at their jobs."

"Hook failed, yes, but Robin not so much. Though obviously telling you why would ruin half the fun," she said, pacing slowly around the little circle made up of the two mothers, their son and Snow White.

"Naturally," Regina spoke quietly, her eyes becoming darker and more focused on the woman in front of her.

"Anyway, I haven't got much time so if you would all be so kind as to come with me," she asked politely, hands stretched out in invitation.

Regina laughed out loud while Emma simply chuckled and pulled Henry behind her to protect him, her arm outstretched, magic at the ready.

"If you think we're coming with you voluntarily then you must be more insane than I thought," the brunette answered with fervour.

"I was simply asking to be courteous dear. I just thought I would give you the option of avoiding this first," she answered and gained two nervously expectant looks from Emma and Regina. Suddenly they and Henry started to rise slowly from the ground like they were floating on air. She moved her hand up in accordance with them until they were suspended in mid-air, unable to move or even talk.

"I did give you the option," she said regretfully, though she was anything but regretting this decision.

"Stop!" Snow yelled from opposite her, "put them down now you Evil Witch!"

"Oh Snow, um," she pondered her words for a minute and then a smirking grin branched out over her features. "How about no?" she said with a laugh. "I would bring you with us too. But you're no use to me." Zelena glanced down at the woman's protruding stomach. "I also have a soft spot for babies. Do be sure to warn everyone of their impending doom won't you?"

All Snow could do was look on in fear as the Witch disappeared into a copious mass of emerald smoke, taking Emma, Regina and Henry with her.