Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon A Time or the characters I will assuredly abuse. If I did then Snowing would be less obnoxious, there would be far less Rumbelle abuse and there would most definitely be Swan Queen. Not this playing around with it and torturing SQ shippers everywhere.

On another note I am human and do not have a Beta so there are bound to be mistakes (though I try to edit). Please either ignore or point them out. Thanks!

"Henry Mills we are going to be late if you do not hurry up."

Henry nearly falls down the curved stairs in his haste to meet his mother at the door. His hair a mess, and tie hanging undone around his neck. "I can't get my tie knotted properly."

A small smile tugs at Regina's lips as she regards her son, "Come here." She grasps the ends of his tie and begins to knot the tie with confident fingers. It has been a long month since they returned home from Neverland. Very little in Storybrooke itself has changed since the mixed band of heroes and villains returned successful from their quest to return Henry home safely to Storybrooke.

"You know, we make a pretty good team Regina."

"Do be quiet and focus on the task at hand Ms. Swan."

Regina straightened Henry's hair and gave him another once over before nodding her approval. Her son no longer shied away from her touch now that he believed she was working hard to change and become "good" in his eyes. After all she did team up with her arch enemy Snow White and the Savior Emma in order to save him. Not to mention she hadn't really threatened his father Neal since they returned, not seriously anyway.

"Come on, your grandparents are going to want to see you before they begin this ridiculous memorial service. Grab your coat, it's cold out."

"It's not cold!" Henry dutifully grabs his coat anyway, "You just think it is 'cause you are wearing a dress."

Regina rolled her eyes and followed Henry out the door, "My wearing a dress has nothing to do with the temperature outside young man." The pair drove to the cemetery in comfortable silence.

"Regina I can see you shivering from a mile away, come here. Take my blanket. I promise it's as clean as it can be considering it came from Hook's ship."

"And then listen to you whine about the cold? I think not."

"I don't get cold easily, and if you are really so concerned we could just share it."

Regina trailed behind Henry slowly after he took off at the sight of Neal and Hook standing and talking quietly not too far from her family's own mausoleum. She was in no hurry to speak with the love sick men that Henry deemed important in his life. The pair had been little help in Neverland with their constant bickering over a certain blond who had shown no sign of wanting their affections.

"Come on Emma, if you had to choose one of us who would it be?"

"I wouldn't choose either of you! If I had to choose I would choose Regina, she at least seems to remember that we are here on this damn island for the only man I have room for in my life, Henry."

As a crowd began to gather in the cemetery Regina finally spotted Gold. The man certainly looked worse for wear, though better than he had since they returned from Neverland. Pan and his shadow had hitched a ride without anyone noticing until they had returned to Storybrooke. In the midst of their grief he attempted to recast the Dark Curse and remake into Storybrooke his own Neverland that would never run out of magic.

Gold stubbornly took on Pan, refusing help from anyone. The resulting battle of magical beings was nothing short of epic if one understood the magnitude power that was being thrown around. The final confrontation ended in town square, with Gold stabbing Pan and himself in the back with the Dark One's dagger. Regina watched Pan melt away and be absorbed into the dagger herself.

"Pan is too strong to just rush in and take him on head on Ms. Swan. We need a plan."

"Ok so the plan is, you and I team up- link magic or whatever. We go in, beat the shit out of Pan and rescue Henry. Then we go home with our son. Simple and easy to remember."

"Mom, Grams and Gramps are almost ready to get started." Henry informed his mother, wandering back to her side with Neal in tow.

"Regina." Neal nodded in greeting. The brunette nodded silently not wanting to converse with Neal. Any conversation with the man nearly always turned into an argument over his time with Henry or about Emma. "Henry's coat is starting to look a little small, I wouldn't mind taking to get him a new one this weekend."

"I am perfectly capable of clothing my own son Mr. Cassidy. I have been doing it for nearly twelve years now." Regina said, eyes sweeping over Henry's coat critically. The arms were a tad short.

"It's not like that mom, it will be more like," Henry paused thinking for a second, "manly bonding time. Neal says he will help me find a leather coat like Emma's."

Regina was careful to keep the grimace off her face at the thought of Henry running around Storybrooke in a red leather coat. "You may get a black coat. Don't you dare come back in red leather."

"I'm surprised you're not off with the pirate. What with your shared love of bad leather coats and all."

"First of all my taste in leather coats is amazing. And he is off with Tinkerbelle catching up. Second I wanted to see how you were doing. You looked shaken up when we found you and Tinkerbelle earlier."

David stepped forward, clearly intending to speak since his wife was unable to speak through her tears. "I want to thank you all for coming here today. As many of you know my daughter was one of a few words preferring to let her actions do the talking for her. Which was probably a good thing since she inherited my speaking skills."

Regina wrapped an arm around Henry and held him close to her side. This memorial was taking the place of a funeral. After all there was no body to burry. This one was particularly hard for mother and son. They had lost someone important to them both. Regina suspects the memorial has forced Henry to face the fact that Emma Swan was truly gone.

"What many of you don't know is that, a month ago she died saving the lives of twenty people. My-self included."

"Regina take Henry with you and run to the ship. Tinkerbell should have the Lost Boys who want to leave aboard by now. Tell Hook to get to set sail."

The crowd gathered around a modest headstone that Mary Margret arranged as a marker in the graveyard. It felt as though the entire town had gathered for the ceremony. Somehow in two short years Emma Swan had managed to touch the hearts of nearly everyone in Storybrooke. Regina supposed much of it had to do with Emma being the Savior, however the blond's care free attitude and penchant for marching to the beat of her own drum was appealing. After one got over the frustratingly cocky attitude and perpetual tardiness.

"And just what are you going to do?"

"Stall them of course." Emma sent the pair of brunettes a wicked grin that hid her unease. "I'm also going to find Mary Margret and David and get them to the ship. No need for them to stay and live in some tree house when Gold can provide a cure for that poison back in Storybrooke."

"I am proud to call Emma my daughter." David took his wife's hand and ducked his head, floundering for something else to say. What else could he say? He didn't actually know his own daughter all that well. They didn't talk much until the curse broke. And after that he was so wrapped up in his wife he barely paid much attention to his only child. There had been no time.

He regrets that now, more than anything. "She was a true hero."

"It looks like Hook is bringing the ship around the far side of the cliff. We can jump on deck from there as long as he stays close enough."

"I don't think I can make it, take your mother and go. I'll keep the Lost Boys busy."

"Not a chance. We are all going home."

Mary Margret touched the headstone sadly. Life was cruel, her daughter had just come back to her. Saved her, saved everyone like she was supposed to. Emma was the Savior; a hero. It had made up for missing the first twenty-eight years. They were supposed to get their happy ending, learn about this person who their daughter had become. Emma shouldn't have died so soon, not like so many other heroes.

Emma all but flew through the jungle, gaining on Mary Margret and David. Her feet ate up the distance as she made for the edge of the cliff. The Lost Boys weren't too far behind her, Pan's shadow even closer. The Jolly Rodger was within jumping distance, however Hook had started to steer the ship away from the cliff face. Readying it to go through a portal via magic bean.

"Jump!"

David and Mary Margret jumped together, tumbling onto the deck. Mary Margret screaming at Hook to throw the bean in the water. The portal opens quickly, the ship getting pulled away faster now. Now even farther from the cliff.

But Emma can still make it, she knows she can. Digging deep for one last burst of energy Emma miraculously picks up speed ready to take the leap at full speed.

An arrow catches her in the calf.

Regina frowned as she finally registers her son moving out of her grasp. Henry having moved to stand closer to the grave stone, tears dripping down his face. Neal is standing next to him now, saying something Regina can't quite hear. Not that she is paying much attention, too lost in her own memories to hear what else the citizens of Storybrooke had to say about their precious Savior. A woman they barely knew.

Emma stumbles, nearly falling off of the cliff rather than jumping.

Regina comes on deck in time to see Emma in the air, arms out stretched. There is no way she was going to make in on deck. Panic seizes the brunette with unexpected force. After all they went through, the blond was going to miss her ride home? The ship was fully caught in the pull of the portal now. There was no slowing down or going back now. Maybe the blond caught hold of the side of the ship?

"Emma!"

Not that she could claim to know the blond sheriff very well either. But Regina did know that Emma wouldn't have been comfortable with her funeral turning into a public spectacle. If anything the blond had a modest quiet energy that Regina couldn't help but admire although she would never admit it aloud. A small pang of regret for not getting to know the sheriff better during their time in Neverland hits Regina hard. There they had finally put aside their differences and came together as mothers trying to save their son. And discovered that they actually made a pretty good team. It was a bond that Regina found herself missing more often than not.

"Mom." Regina snaps out of her thoughts at Henry's voice. Emma hadn't been on the edge of the ship, all Regina could see when she had leaned over the edge was the green magic of the portal swallowing them whole. "Do you think there is a chance Ma could still be out there?"

"Henry, your mother missed the portal. Had she fallen through it, she should have appeared in Storybrooke with us." Gold interjected calmly, "She missed it and fell into the ocean in Neverland. The magic sustaining Neverland ran out when Pan died. Neverland is gone. And so is everyone who was still on the island when the magic ran out."

Rumpelstiltskin fingered his cane, he himself had been unconscious at the time of Emma's jump. After stubbornly taking on Pan solo he ended up unconscious aboard the Jolly Roger. Maybe if he had been awake he could have done something. Maybe he could have saved the blond sheriff and saved his grandson this pain. Rather than be the one who crushed hope of her survival. At least he managed to finish the job when they returned home.

The crushed look on Henry's face tore at Regina's heart. She pulled a beat up ipod classic from her pocket and pressed it into his hand, "We all think Emma would have wanted you to have this Henry."

Henry smiled and stared at the ipod, "Emma almost never went anywhere without her music."

"I don't know that I would call what Ms. Swan listened to music Henry." Regina would have been happy to never hear Emma's odd mix of rock, alternative, country, metal and something Emma called techno ever again. However Henry had shared Emma's like of the music and for him Regina promised to tolerate the noise. "Snow found her headphones as well."

Henry's smile widened a bit as he plugged them into the ipod, "These are the ones that doubled as portable speakers. Let's hear what she was listening to last." He cranked up the volume and pressed play. Emma had evidently turned off the ipod in the middle of a song as it started:

Singing Amen, I, I'm alive
Singing Amen, I, I'm alive

If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we'd see the day when nobody died

And I'm singing

Amen I, Amen I, I'm alive
Amen I, Amen I, Amen I, I'm alive

Song: If Everyone Cared by Nickelback

I've got quite a bit of plot written out but I'm not too sure about the story so feedback will be very welcome!