When Regina finally opened her eyes, she was surprised to see she was still alive. The whole building had crumbled around her, showering her in dust, debris, glass, and other remnants of the facility that never was. From somewhere far away, she could hear her son crying out her name. Her eyes fluttered shut but she forced them open again, refusing to let herself go.

Emma find Emma.

The woman pushed herself up and squinted through the dust to see the magical vortex was stronger than ever. Blue was in the middle of it, looking like Regina had when she cast the curse that sent all of the Enchanted Forest inhabitants to Storybrooke. Only, this fairy was stronger than Regina ever claimed to be. Her heart was pure black, her soul filled to the brim with a kind of evil even Satan himself would fear.

Regina crawled toward the only source of light, ignoring the glass that was cutting into her palms and slowing her down. But as she neared Blue, she realized she was too late. Emma was already kneeling at her feet.

"Emma!" Regina cried, her voice carried away by the wind.

The blonde looked fierce—much like she had when she had been fighting Regina over their son. Her clothes were ripped, her hair a tangled mess, blood dripped from scrapes and lacerations all over her body.

"If you have to kill someone to avenge yourself, kill me. Leave the rest of my family alone." Emma tilted her chin up defiantly.

"Emma." Regina's voice was choked, like she was being strangled. It should have been impossible, but Emma heard her clear as day.

Regina's breath hitched in her throat as Emma turned and smiled at her, silently reassuring her that she would be okay. "Take care of our son. I love you."

Those were the last words Emma spoke before Blue's magic engulfed Emma, dragging her into its symphony of evil. As light magic mixed with dark, it became more unstable, shooting sparks of magic as it seemed to grow bigger.

"Mom!" Henry grabbed Regina's arm and dragged her back, trying to shield her from harm.

"Henry." Regina held her son close, glad he was okay.

They could do nothing but watch as the vortex rose, looking like some sort of extra-terrestrial tornado to any common human. God knows what Mary Margaret and the others were thinking. David was probably wishing he was in a coma right now.

A scream of anguish filled the void, and they soon realized it was Emma. She was absorbing all the magic—sacrificing herself. Ignoring the danger, Regina ran forward to Blue, who was gasping in exhaustion in her weakened state. The woman noticed Regina was near and offered her a weak smile.

"Regina. I- I'm hoping we can put all of this behind us. We can go back to Storybrooke, you can be mayor, everything will be as it should be."

"No," Regina hissed, feeling the old anger of the Evil Queen resurfacing inside her. "It's too late for that."

With a sickening jerk, Blue's heart was ripped from her chest. It was light once more, red with a tiny dot of white in the middle to signify purity. But the closer Regina looked, she realized it wasn't white at all. The dot itself was growing larger, changing the red color to its blinding prism of a color. Regina smiled triumphantly. She didn't need to crush it—Blue's heart was doing its own job of erasing her from existence.

"What are you waiting for? Crush it!" Blue begged. Regina knew she saw it too. Death was a much better fate than being exiled to nothingness.

"Have a good life, Moth," Regina snarled as she shoved the organ back into the fairy's chest.

Then, silence. The vortex had disappeared along with Blue. Regina hurried to Emma's side, Henry just a few paces behind her. The young woman was lying motionless on the ground. Regina no longer detected the magic that had consumed her. Henry put shaking fingers to his mother's throat.

"No pulse." He pulled back, worried eyes looking to Regina for help.

Regina looked back at him, her mouth falling open but no words coming out. "I- I don't know what to do."

"Kiss her," Henry said. "It will break the curse and bring her back. Like Emma did with me."

Regina leaned down, praying to the gods that they would give in and heal her lover. As their lips met, nothing happened. No memories, no overwhelming feelings of True Love, no miracle.

"I'm sorry, Henry." Regina burst into tears, feeling as though her heart was going to stop any moment.

"I'm not."

Regina looked up through watery, chestnut eyes to see Henry lean over his mother. "I love you," the boy whispered, laying a soft kiss on her forehead.

Everything went dark.

Regina woke beside Emma and Henry to see the boy was unconscious, his head resting on the blonde's chest. They were on the main street of Storybrooke, back where they should be. Then why weren't they awake?

"Regina!" The raven-haired woman looked to see Snow White approaching, hand in hand with David. The other residents drifted along behind them apprehensively.

"Henry did it. He broke the curse!" Snow smiled widely. Regina shook her head. "It was too late."

Henry woke with a soft whimper. He sat up and leaned into Regina as she pulled him close. They watched silently, holding their breath in hope a miracle would happen. And it did. Emma woke.

"Mom!" Henry hugged the blonde tightly. Regina's heart sank as Emma looked around in confusion. The blonde noticed Regina and her eyes lit up. "Dr. Mills, what's going on? Why are we outside?"

Henry pulled back. "You defeated Blue, remember? You sacrificed yourself for us and saved everyone."

Emma slowly shook her head. "I don't— "

Regina cut the woman off by kissing her. When she pulled back, she saw Emma was as confused as ever. "You're free, Emma. I love you, and so does your son."

Emma's eyes welled with tears. "I don't hear Lily anymore. You mean—I don't have to stay in the hospital anymore? I can come home?"

Snow knelt beside Regina, taking her daughter's hand. "That's right, sweetie. You're home."

Regina and Snow exchanged a sad smile. Emma wasn't their Emma, but she was here. She was alive. They would help her get her memories back. Until then, they would help her adjust.

Regina slid a diamond ring on the blonde's left ring finger. She couldn't give up. She would wait forever if she had to.

Hi. I know this story was cut off and a bit hurried, but I finished it the best way I could. It's not the best, but at least I have one half-finished story done. Whoo hoo! Anyway, see you all in my next story (hopefully). Much love.