A/N: In honor of Halloween.

Henry is sure this is the strangest Halloween he's ever had.

He was looking forward to his moms–for the very first time–both taking him trick-or-treating, them all dressed as the Avengers. Him, Iron Man, Ma, Thor, and his mom as the Black Widow. It was all planned, and then his moms got accidentally turned into five year olds and now he was taking them trick-or-treating. Talk about a change in plans.

And they aren't exactly the most….agreeable five year olds ever. Henry's pretty sure he isn't having kids ever after this experience, and is at the same immensely grateful his mom never adopted another kid. Upon informing five year old Regina what Halloween was, five year old Emma immediately made the suggestion that they go trick-or-treating as a duo. Regina, excited for the prospect of candy, (who knew his mom used to be, or knows still is, or actually was, as a grown up, a sweet-tooth?), and for a night of hanging out with her new best friend, (also weird, but also kind of cute, not that Henry would ever admit), had excitedly agreed.

And then the horror started. Or, Emma and Regina having very familiar screaming matches over which costumes they wanted, while David fought off a headache switching between page after page on amazon. Henry had sat in the back on a chair, calmly offering new suggestions when his previous ones were done being argued over. Eventually, his resigned suggestion of Wicked caused both sets of eyes to light up, and then the two happily embraced each other as if they hadn't been fighting for the last hour and a half.

They found Regina's outfit without much trouble, just a simple witch's costume and hat, and the green makeup. (Water-based, his grandma insisted.) Emma's proved more problematic, as the original Glinda costume was pink, and Emma insisted on Wicked. At this, Henry received a small glare, why oh why couldn't he have suggested The Wizard of Oz? And so, Grandma, willing to do anything to make her temporarily five year old daughter have the best first and (hopefully) last Halloween have the best one ever, made the dress herself.

Tonight Henry has gotten the instructions to take them out for an two hours, or until 8:30, make sure they don't eat too much of their candy, and don't lose them in the crowds, or rather, try to make sure they don't lose him as was their habit.

Although a part of him felt both happy and sad at their excited faces, he really, really wants his moms back.

Nevertheless, he turns on his chest light with a grin, (being Iron Man is so awesome), and a small hand pulls on his red suit.

"Henry! Look at me!" It's Regina, and her face is green already, carefully painted by Grandma, and in her hand is a plastic pumpkin for candy. He has one of his own, already perched by the front door. He carefully adjusts her witch's hat so it's slightly lopsided and gives her a grin.

"You look pretty green, Elphie."

She furrows her brow. "It's Elphaba, Henry. She doesn't like to be called Elphie."

"Yeah, but Glinda likes to call her Elphie."

He swears she turns a darker shade of green, and shuffles back from one foot to the other. "Well, I guess." She humphs and turns towards Ma's old room. "Emma! Come on! It's almost dark out!" There's a muffled cry of Coming! And then a blue sparkle-dressed Emma comes out of the room, her hair even curlier than usual. She's sort of grumpy, because she wanted to be Elphaba, but Regina totally pulled off this puppy-like pout, and Emma gave in. Which was also weird.

At this moment his Grandma comes into the foyer, eyes watery at the sight of her daughter. He's sort of sad, then, because this is probably how his Ma would have looked if she had grown up with Grandma and Grandpa. His pang of sadness is cut short when Regina's eyes widen almost comically, and she's suddenly more bashful than he'd ever seen her.

"You look….you look really pretty, Emma."

Emma blushes and grabs her hand. "Thanks, greenie."

"Hey!"

Grandma mostly covers up her tearing up, and ruffles Emma's curls, and makes Regina's hat un-lopsided again, (Henry frowns at this), before leaning down to give both of them a hug. She then takes out her phone, and tells them to get into position for a photo. Emma leans in to pretend whisper in Regina's ear, as was the Wicked poster, and Regina leans down so that only the brim of her hat is showing.

They take another one with Henry in the middle, contemplating on how he's ever going to explain this photo to people, and again how strange this Halloween is, before realizing that he has both of them. No matter their current age. He has his entire family, alive, well, and this causes his heart to lift and a real genuine smile to graze his lips as camera flashes.

They're all ushered out the door moments later, and Henry grabs both his mask and his pumpkin, before rushing after an excited Elphaba and Glinda, already running down the stairs to the first floor of the apartment building.

"And remember to listen to Henry!" Grandma calls after.

"We will!" They chorus back and run even faster away, and happy or not, this is going to be a very long night.