A/N: I had to watch soooo many S3 clips of Emma and Hook for these letters (don't worry it's still totally Swan Queen). Be grateful guys, heheh. I think this is my favourite chapter so far?

Dear Regina,

I can't even begin to imagine your reaction if you knew I was writing you these letters. You're lying about a metre away from me right now- turned towards me I might add- looking nothing like an evil queen, just a woman, tired and missing her son (kind of cute actually). I never had you pegged as a snorer, Regina, but oh boy was I wrong! Even Hook grumbled something in his sleep about the noise.

Neverland is strange, isn't it? Empty. I can feel the magic yet at the same time I can feel it seeping out of me too. Like a drain. I might ask you about it tomorrow. Then again, you've been quite snappy with me and the Charming's lately. I'm hoping it's just you worried about Henry. I wonder what he is thinking of right now… whether he is looking at the same stars I am as I write this letter. There is this huge one right above you, casting a softish glow on your face. It's beautiful. You look much less threatening sleeping under starlight.

Tinkerbell is awake too. I can see her fingers twitch as they lay atop of her torso, as if she's waiting for something. It is times like these where my mind cannot help but drift to Neal. I suppose it is like you losing Daniel: the question being, what could have been? Only fate knows the answer. Or perhaps the absence of one…

I wonder what our fates are Regina. I wonder if they're ever aligned. I suppose Henry entwines us both. I've never really told you how it felt, to give him up I mean. You've only ever received him. Heart breaking doesn't even begin to describe it. To hold my baby boy; to love him with a ferocity I hadn't even known were possible; to love him unconditionally; to love him enough to let him go… And now he has gone again. Except this time, we're coming for him. This time he knows he is wanted.

Urgh. Hook has rolled over. He really does wear a lot of guy liner. It is funny to think you two really did meet in the end. I bet we could have a right laugh over his fashion choices… well if Regina Mills ever laughs. There's a bit of a fight for male dominance between old Hook and David. Quite funny, actually. Don't think I don't see you smirking and rolling your eyes- I do. And I smirk too.

Oh crap. You just woke up. Oh dear, cranky Regina. Wish me luck.

Till next time,

Your Secret Writer

Regina,

I just need someone to talk to about this. And considering the real you hates my guts just a little bit too much, looks like it will have to be 'letter Regina'.

Okay so… Hook kissed me. It was unexpected and strange and spontaneous but it happened all the same. It wasn't anything special. Just a thing. It almost felt nice though, in a kissing-a-Pirate-kind-of-way. Nice to feel wanted, I guess. Neal isn't coming back anymore and… well you-us- he can no longer be a part of my life.

But…

You. I can't help thinking that you were, and this is going to sound crazy, but…jealous? Maybe this is stupid, dealing with- as you would say- the trivialities of potential romances at a time such as this? Maybe it is the perfect time? But Regina, I can't help but wonder why…? Why on earth would you even show any hint of jealousy.

You turned away almost immediately when you were offered his rum. You called him my boyfriend. Darn you, Regina! Why do you always have to be so confusing!? I… I don't know. I just wish you would talk to me.

When I first met you, I was intimidated. You were beautiful and powerful and you had this ever tightening grip on my son. Yet you were also frightening and dangerous and I was getting sucked in deeper and deeper. Then you let me see your past. Your story. And it was as beautiful and powerful and frightening and dangerous as you are. So inevitably, again, I got sucked in. We both have walls, Regina Mills. You have a castle guarding your heart- I have a makeshift piece of scaffolding, glued together by odd snippets of a temporary home. Rumplestiltskin and Cora built your castle. And you. You built your own turrets too; and you could so easily knock them down. It is merely a mask; a fragile mask. So rip it off, go on.

I dare you.

Emma

Regina,

I love him. I love Neal. And I'm an idiot because I don't know how to love very well. Like you, I guess. He's back but I can't…

He left me, Regina. That's not easy to ignore and forget. Yes, he had his stupid fairy-tale reasons but that was the REAL WORLD. And back then, I wasn't some book character that relied on happy endings and true love. I was Emma Swan, a teenage screw-up who just got a whole lot more screwed-up.

Hook wants to win my heart. Neal wants my heart too. Why do I have to give my heart to anyone? Why do I have to choose? Regina, I don't know if I want any of this. Right now, the only thing on my mind is our little's boy smile. Wherever you are, I have no doubt he'll be right there in yours too.

I'm bored of Neverland. Let's get our son back.

Emma

Dear Regina,

I can only imagine how easy it is to relapse back in to the darkness. It must be there, waiting for you to give it something to feed on. Luckily, I'm there too. I wanted to hurt Felix, believe me. But let's not descend again. You have to stay high, Regina. It is the only way.

We did it. Our little boy is safe as we travel through the sky on our journey home. Oh my. I'm on a frigging flying pirate ship… Your world will never fail to amaze me. You were pretty badass, I must say, ripping out Henry's heart from Pan like that. I couldn't have done any of this without you: both the letter you and the real you. Our magic is pretty awesome, right? I love saying that: our magic.

I'm trying to push the Neal and Hook situation out of my mind and focus on my family. When we get back to Storybrooke I want things to change. The Swan-Mills Family… I like the sound of that. Don't worry; you won't have to see me too much! Just little things like-I don't know- dinner at Granny's once a week, maybe a trip to the cinema? (Do you even have a cinema in Storybrooke?) It would good to have his parents getting along. He seems a little shaken up after his adventure. But… I very much doubt Mayor Mills would fancy dining with Sheriff Swan. Only time will tell, I guess.

And about Neal… I want you to know that I'm not going to push you out. You're irreplaceable Regina, trust me. Neal is Henry's father but he is also a father who has been absent for all of his life. I guess like I was… Either way, you're winning on the parent front. Don't worry. You've proven yourself to Henry (and me).

He went and stayed at yours last night. I guess he missed his Mom. You thought I was… urgh I don't know! I always seem to say the wrong things when I'm around you. I turn in to an idiot and always manage to offend you in some way. I don't mean to, I promise.

The idiot,

Emma

Dear Regina,

I don't want to. I don't want to leave. I can't. Not now… not when…. When you opened your eyes and said my name, it hurt. Regina, it hurt. The way looked at me, it hurt. And I wish I knew why because maybe if I did, I wouldn't be crying right now writing this… I would be changing our destiny and saying the right words to make you realise. I'm not done yet. I'm not ready. Henry and I, we need Storybrooke, we need our home. We need you.

WHAT IF I DON'T WANT TO SAY GOODBYE JUST YET?

Regina Mills, if this is the last time I ever write you a letter, I want you to know that you were so much more than a pawn in Rumplestiltskin's plan. You're most beautiful storm I have ever encountered and this is me thanking you for shedding some light on this dark dark day.

Goodbye,

Emma

A/N: Okay so that last letter, from the episode 'Going Home' was by far the most emotional one to date. I kept it quite short because it would have been. Emma didn't have any idea why she felt so strongly connected to Regina. All she knew is that she wanted her to feel loved. And missed. I have some exciting plans for this story and will be updating again at the weekend, hopefully. Please continue to review!