THIS STORY CONTAINS CHARACTERS FROM "HOUSE M.D.," "MIAMI MEDICAL," AND "ONCE UPON A TIME."

YES. THIS IS A TRIPLE CROSSOVER FIC. I HAVE ONLY CATEGORIZED IT AS "ONCE" BECAUSE YOU'RE ONLY ALLOTED TWO CATEGORIES WHEN POSTING AND I COULDN'T PICK ONLY TWO, SO I DECIDED TO CATEGORIZE IT AS "ONCE" SINCE IT IS THE MAIN FRAME OF THE STORY.

AN: This is actually an original idea I've had for quite a while and decided it was time to get it done.

I have taken direct lines/scenes from all three shows involved. And probably will continue to do so.

All the leaders of the allied lands and the noble people of the White kingdom came for the White Princess's presentation.

Snow and Charming sat in their thrones, a courtly bassinet between them, the baby inside. Charming stroked his darling daughter's cheek before grinning wide to his wife. He let his hand fall over the baby girl's stomach.

Snow reached out, placing her hand over his as she looked to the princess lovingly.

The king leaned to the side so his wife could hear, "I suppose we should get this over with, hm?"

Snow looked at the large crowd that had taken over the room. "Yes, I suppose we should."

Charming stood and clapped his hands once then rubbed them together, drawing the attention of every person at the presentation. He looked out among faces, most unfamiliar before he started, "Friends, honored guests… It is time we present you with a princess. She is fair as her mother—"

"And already stubborn as her father." Snow interrupted, causing the crowd to collectively laugh.

Charming chuckled with the crowd before he turned to their guests once more, "Please, let us present Emma Swan White, Princess of the White kingdom."

Snow held the baby in the air and the crowd bowed to the new princess before giving a riotous applause.

"Let us start with the giving of gifts!" Thomas and a wildly pregnant Ella walked up as Snow put the baby back in the bassinet.

As each of the royals and nobles began cluttering the thrones with presents, a voice boomed throughout the large room, "Sorry I'm late."

Everyone began looking around. As purple smoke began forming in the center of the throne room, everyone moved out of the way, fearing what was coming next.

Snow and Charming both stood, Snow in front of the bassinet and Charming in front of Snow. Both giving the evil witch glares, "You're wasting your time. You've already lost. And I will not let you ruin my child's presentation."

Regina looked offended as she walked in a circle, making the crowd back further from her in fear, "I haven't come to ruin anything!" She turned to the king, looking him in the eye, "On the contrary, dear, I've come to give you a gift."

"We want nothing from you! Why do you think you weren't invited?"

"I simply thought that an oversight." The evil queen started light and sarcastic before her tone hardened and she glared at the other woman, "You shall have a gift!" She extended her hand, grasped the air and pulled. It magically moved towards Regina, but when Charming and Snow both put themselves in front of the bassinet, she was forced to take action. She simply pointed to the two of them then to their thrones as she said, "You two. There." Causing them to magically move out of her way.

The evil queen smiled regal as ever as the bassinet finally landed in front of her. She bent down and looked at the cherubic, smiling face of the princess, "Aren't you precious?" her tone was unmistakably snide as she stuck her hand inside the basket to trace the baby's face.

The King and Queen broke their magical holds quickly; Charming immediately had his sword drawn and Snow took his sheathed knife from his belt.

Regina pulled her hand back, holding her hands in surrender, "I'm not going to hurt her." She smirked as she looked back down to the baby, "No, I'm not." The index finger of her right hand began glowing a rich goldenrod as she kissed the pad of it. She then knelt back down and looked at the baby.

Emma clapped and wiggled in the basket as she saw the glowing finger. She tried to reach out and touch it, and Regina let her grasp onto her finger. She traced the baby's features again as she began speaking a foreign language.

"She's casting a curse of some sort!" Some noble who always stated the obvious yelled.

Emma's tiny hand gripped the evil queen's finger tight completely mesmerized by the light. Regina stroked the small fingers that clutched almost desperately as Emma tried to get the glowing finger to her mouth. Regina finished the incantation and looked up to the king and queen with a wicked smirk then tapped Emma's nose and lips with the glowing finger.

A golden burst of energy erupted from the White Princess and the Evil Queen's clasped hands.

"GUARDS!" Charming yelled, calling for the knights to come after the queen.

Regina smiled that wicked smile as she magically pushed the bassinet back to Snow and Charming and poofed away just as a brave knight tried to run her through from behind.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Dr. Allison Cameron had been working for House for a little over a year. She'd had a fulfilling life; she'd loved and lost, she'd become a doctor. But, she wasn't fulfilled. Some part of her was always missing.

Her other half; her soul mate was missing.

She always thought of her as her soul mate. She knew she'd never seen her in this life before, and she wasn't one to rule anything out—except God. She'd been screwed over too many times to believe in just one alpha and omega. She was never sure what she believed, but she knew that she'd dreamed of the same woman her whole life: the scar on her luscious lips, the brown eyes that she could get lost in, the smile that could brighten a room, the legs that seemed to go for days and the body they were attached to, and then there was that voice. That voice that held so much emotion.

Allison Cameron didn't believe in a lot, but she believed that she and her dream woman were intimately connected in some way. There was no other explanation for it. Why would she dream of a woman that she'd never seen? How could she do that? It was proven impossible, but she knew, she believed that there was no other explanation. This woman was her soul mate. And she wasn't sure she would ever find her, but she always had her in her dreams. She always seemed to make life less taxing. She was beautiful, she was a queen, she was Regina. That's the only thing she knew about the other woman: her name was Regina.

And that's the name she was saying as she was shaken awake by the Australian next to her.

"Who's Regina?" He asked in a low, calming voice.

Allison sat up in her bed and looked around then to her lap. After realizing she was naked, she pulled the sheet back over her chest, "No one. You should leave."

"I should leave?" He had that boyish smile gracing his face before he sobered, "You called me here… I just want to make sure you're all right…"

"I'm fine."

"Cameron, you were…" He stared at the brunette woman, "Are high…"

Allison's moves were jerky as she pulled the sheet tighter around her, "I'm coming down, calming down. You need to go." She looked anywhere but to the other doctor.

"Cameron—"

"Chase." She finally looked the general direction of his face. "Leave. Please."

Chase wasn't one to argue with anyone. He quickly moved from the bed, put his clothes on and gathered his jacket, "You know you need to get tested, right? The odds are slim to none—"

"I know the odds."

"You were exposed to HIV. Get the test. Get clarity." He stared at the woman a bit longer before he left.

Allison laid back down and stared at the ceiling. Chase was no Regina. No one could compare to Regina, not even her dead husband. But she didn't know where Regina was. And there was no way to find her. So, she tried to love other people. She tried to love House—that didn't go past a seventh date (though no one would ever know about the second through their last, not even Wilson). She considered moving to Africa to aid Dr. Sebastian Charles in his trying to cure TB in third world countries; that ended before it started. And after Kalvin coughed blood onto her face, in her eyes and mouth, she needed something.

She drug-napped the hospital and got high. Then she called the one person that she knew would take advantage of the situation and would let her take advantage of him: Dr. Robert Chase. She had to kiss him a total of three times before he decided he didn't care that she was high and had been exposed to HIV before he took her to bed.

She felt nothing. She still felt nothing. The only time she felt anything was when she dreamed of Regina and when she got involved in her patient's cases.

Her alarm went off, and she decided to try for a quick shower before going in to face the day.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Dr. Eva Zambrano had gone through med school, had gone through her surgical internship, her surgical residency and was finally able to call herself a board certified trauma surgeon. When she applied for Miami Medical, she never thought that she'd actually be able to work in the number 1 trauma center, but she was.

She was living the dream, living her dream.

But like her entire life, something felt off. She felt a sense of emptiness, a sense of loss.

She thought that after all these years that her first shift would finally fulfill her, but she walked to her car, exhausted, having brought four people back for good from their golden hour, and she still felt that loss. She'd dated around, but never had a serious relationship; she was too motivated on becoming a surgeon, and now that she was, she knew there was going to be no time for a relationship.

There was going to be no time for her.

She drove home after her first 48 hours on the job and pushed that sense of loss down. She took a quick shower, getting the smell of trauma and hospital off of her before she settled in her sheets.

Emma was many things. She was stubborn and annoying. She was witty and intelligent. She was bright and sunshiny and fluffy. She was a badass and a teddy bear. She was an enigma. Emma was a princess, but not the kind that you usually picture. She didn't like her dresses, she preferred pants and a sword over ruffles and lace. Emma courted Eva. She danced with her at the balls they would go to, she protected her from her never ending nightmares—she always came for her to make sure Eva slept peacefully. She was everything Eva wanted, and nothing Eva could ever find in life.

Her alarm started sounding and she half expected to feel kisses trailing along her bare back as she snuggled into her sheets a bit more. But she felt nothing as she became fully awake. And she remembered she wasn't naked and the other half of her bed was cold.

She pushed herself up and shook her head from her dreaming mind. Ridding Emma from her thoughts was always a taxing project that never seemed to fully work. But she was going to have to, if she was going to do her job.

~0~0~0~0~0~

"What is it, my Queen?" The genie asked from his prison in the mirror. He'd appeared after Regina turned away from watching her other self.

"Why am I unhappy in that realm?"

It was a rhetorical question and the Genie knew that.

"It was supposed to work." She stood and marched down the hallway to her study.

"She seems happy. She's doing what she wants to do in life…" He tried to sooth the temperamental queen.

"Mmm." Regina nodded as she looked through a book in vainhope that something would make it clear, "If only we could all feel joy from doing what we want in life." She threw the book across the room in sudden anger, "She's not happy!"

"How do you know that?"

"Because she's me! She's not happy. Not completely. I can see it in her face!" She slumped into her study chair and waved her hand, "Go away, Genie. I want to be alone."

The Genie knew better than to try and stay and make sure she was alright. She would break one of his mirrors for sure when she was in this frantic, angry, depressed mood.

"I was supposed to be happy…" she whispered aloud as she hugged herself, "Part of me was supposed to be happy."

AN: I hope you liked! Thoughts and feels? Continue? I have more for this story. A lot more. Just let me know!