Emma pulled her hair into a ponytail and got dressed in black camo cargo pants and a black tank top. She put on black boots and slipped 2 knives into them. After putting on several holsters she strapped 2 pistols to her thighs, 2 gladius swords to her back, a long dagger to her lower back, 2 more pistols to her waist and a taser to her belt, she was ready to go. Regina was nearby, dressed in black leather. She wore several knives and daggers as well, with a curved sword strapped to her waist. She had a gun too, per Emma's request, and a taser as well. "Are we gonna talk about this?"

"Talk about what?" Regina asked, adjusting the pauldron on her right arm that was not only cool looking but enhance her magic.

"Your ex kidnapping our son and nephew?"

"What's there to talk about?"

"I don't know. Just maybe-"

"If you think that my past with Giselle is going to stop me from killing her and everyone that stands between me and my son and nephew, then you could not be more wrong. Don't ever doubt that." Regina hissed.

"I wasn't." Emma assured her. She looked up as Regina walked towards her, pressing her against the wall.

"This changes nothing, Emma. If I have my way we'll have our son before this day is even over with and our lives will be back on track."

Emma spun them around and slammed Regina against the wall. "And I don't want this to change you. I liked the relaxed you, the soft you. I don't want this to bring the Evil Queen back."

"The Evil Queen herself should fear me when I find the people who took our son. And step away please, you're making me horny. We don't need a repeat of yesterday."

Emma stepped back, but grabbed Regina's chin and tilted her head up. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Let's go bring our family back. Do you have a way for us to get to the Enchanted Forest?"

"Mal does, I'm sure." Regina said. Emma kissed her forehead. "I promise, Emma, that after this, things will be good again. And we'll get married, you'll get your lapdance and we'll have sex."

Emma smirked. "Good." She took the lead downstairs, finding that the rest of the Swans were getting ready to go as well. She didn't even bother trying to tell them not to come. Grace was putting together a rifle and Rose had a rocket launcher sitting on her shoulder as she walked by. Xander was in his army gear and had his claymore strapped to his back. Boxes of ammo, guns and bows were everywhere, ready to be packed. Thanks to magic the Swans had an arsenal at their disposal and they were certainly preparing to use it. Dianah was loading a pair of sawn shotguns, Lily had a line of handguns on the table, as well as her staff leaning against the chair, handcrafted by her mother's own magic. Ruby was watching them load and clean the guns with interest. All she needed was a necklace from Regina's magic stores that would increase the power of her wolf blood, making her one of the most powerful werewolves ever to exist right now. There was a knock at the door and Zelena, who was closest, went to go answer it. In walked Snow and David.

"Archie told us what happened." David said. "We want to help."

"The more the merrier." Emma shrugged.

"Are you okay?" Snow asked.

"No, and I won't be until the boys are home." Emma replied. "Be back here ready to go in an hour please." She turned to Mal, who had made no move to get ready. "You aren't coming?"

"Someone has to bring you fools home, and to do that, one of us needs to be here. Creating a portal to a land with magic is relatively easy. It's coming to a land without magic is the kicker."

"I'll help with the portal." Tink added. A fairy's magic couldn't be used to harm others, therefore it was useless in the situation they were about to walk into.

Emma nodded. "Z, you coming?"

"Absolutely." The redhead said. "I'll return in an hour."

"Rub-"

"Duh, Emma. I can't let you guys go without me." Ruby scoffed. "Who will sweep Regina off her feet if you die?"

"Me." Dianah frowned. "Duh."

Emma rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen, starting to pace. She was pissed, but she couldn't let it control her. Her father had warned her plenty of times that an angry swan that lashed out only made it to get its head cut off. Anger would fuel her in a fight, but not planning. "Regina!" Her lover appeared next to her a moment later. "Have you ever been to Andalasia?"

"No."

"So you wouldn't know the layout of the land? Of the castle even?"

"No. We'll just have to see about that when we get there. Usually castle follow the same layouts and the lands are easy to navigate, but...Andalasia is a place that I've always heard is very...different." Regina shrugged. "I'm not worried about fighting, just that Henry and Elias might get hurt." She sighed. "Someone is always getting hurt because of me."

"You knew Giselle when you were what, 16? I'm sure she hasn't held a grudge since then."

"I've held a grudge against your mother since I was 18." Regina retorted.

"True, but you didn't do anything to Giselle."

"As far as we know."

Emma took Regina by the hands. "Hey, listen to me, whether this has anything to do with you or not isn't going to change a damn thing. I mean...you literally can't do anything else to surprise me, Regina. Honestly, the Mayor, the Evil Queen, you...you've done it all. Good and bad. So, I promise you, nothing is going to change." Regina arched an eyebrow, but said nothing more on the subject. "I love you."

"I love you too." Regina walked into her arms, burying her head in Emma's neck. "I wish I was stronger. I wish I could've done something more to stop them."

"Me too, but wishing isn't going to work right now."

"I know."

Emma wrapped her arms tightly around Regina and held her. She could feel every breath Regina took. Every time she inhaled and every time she exhaled and Emma silently relished this feeling. Just to hold Regina, just to feel her, it was wonderful and it calmed her. "Regina?"

"Yes, Miss Swan?"

"I want to kill something."

Regina chuckled deeply and leaned her head back to look her in the eyes. "Good. Now you know how I feel. And soon...maybe you will."

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Heroes don't kill. Sometimes heroes had to kill. Sometimes heroes wanted to kill. Emma didn't really care either way at this point. After leaving the rest of her search party at the camp in this godforsaken jungle, she had scouted ahead with Regina, Snow and Grace to see if they could find the castle. They did, nestled in the valley below, but also tripped some type of alarm. An entire squad of the black clad men had come running out of the bushes not a minute later, as if they were waiting. And that brings us to the current moment in time.

Emma ducked the sword of one of the men and ran one of her gladiuses into his chest. She wrenched it out and threw it at another one, impaling him in the stomach. She pulled out her second one and attacked another, quickly slicing open his throat before he could blink. Regina blasted another man against a tree, eliciting a loud crack as his spine was shattered. Grace decided to stick to her guns, making sure that they weren't overwhelmed by opening up a barrage of bullets that ripped through the leather of their enemies with ease. Snow guarded their flank with her bow, using the metal tips on the ends to defend herself if they got too close. The attack lasted for barely a few minutes but the sheer amount of men that kept coming almost overwhelmed them. Regina finally ended it with a massive fireball that set fire to the forest around them, forming a protective ring that allowed them to catch their breaths.

"This is crazy." Grace said. "We're days away from that stupid castle and they have patrols of like 50 guards all the way out here? Who the hell are these people?"

"This can't be Andalasia." Snow said, pulling one of her arrows out of a fallen man. "They're always diplomatic and friendly. The last time I checked they didn't even have a standing army."

"Maybe Giselle changed things." Emma suggested. She looked at Regina. "You okay?" The queen nodded and smirked. It lasted for barely a second before she suddenly tackled Emma to the ground, a massive axe slamming into the dirt where the savior had been moments before. An armored barbarian stepped into the clearing and picked up his axe. "Shit!" Emma rolled, taking Regina with her as it slammed it down again. Both of them scrambled to their feet. Grace leaped over them and managed to slice the barbarian's arm with her sword. A hard shot to her chest sent her flying into the dirt. She didn't get up. "MOM!"

"Go to her." Regina commanded. She conjured a fireball, attracting the barbarian's attention and Emma ran to her blonde mother.

"Mom? Where does it hurt?" Grace roughly shook her head and attempted to get up. When Emma tried to stop her she cried out in pain. "Okay, Mom, stop. Just give me a second." She wasn't as good as Regina at magic but she knew the basics at least. It took only a few seconds to heal her mother's injuries, but her cry had caught the enemy's eyes again and it was coming towards them, shrugging off Regina's spells and Snow's arrows like they were nothing. Emma drew two of her pistols and moved over her mother.

Thunder. It came from nowhere and shook the earth. A flash of lightning hitting the ground just in front of the barbarian made all of them hit the dirt. The barbarian stumbled backwards and Emma frowned as a woman ran out of the trees. All she managed to see was luxurious red hair and luscious curves as she summoned a bolt of electricity in both palms. Regina set fire to the ground beneath the barbarian's feet, distracting him as well as cooking inside all of that steel, as the woman fired, the bolts slamming him in the chest, arcing through the air and caving in his armor. Within moments he crashed to the ground, finally dead.

Regina teleported straight to Emma's side. "Are you two okay?"

"Yeah." Emma said, helping Grace up. Regina ran a healing hand over both of them.

"You healed her nicely. Good job."

Emma smiled, despite the situation feeling proud of herself for having gotten a compliment on her magic from her normally hardass magic teacher. "Thanks, you okay?"

"Yes, just a little tired." All of them looked up at their rescuer as she checked to make sure the barbarian was dead. "Hey!" The redhead looked up and flashed a brilliant smile.

"Hey yourself, Sweetheart."

Emma frowned. "Who are you?"

"My name is Giselle Philip." She said as she walked over. Emma raised her gun and the woman froze.

"Where is my son?"

"What? You don't think- No! No, I didn't take your kids. I swear it." Giselle said, raising her hands. "I haven't even been in my own castle in almost 20 years, much less commanded its army. I've been trying to take it back for years."

"From who?" Regina asked.

"Um…" Giselle looked down. "I would rather tell you that in private."

Emma cocked her gun. "Look, whoever that is has my son and my nephew and I'm going to shoot you if you don't tell me who it is right now."

Giselle sighed and looked at Regina. "His name is William."

"And? Why wouldn't you want to tell us-"

"And he's our son."

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