A little bit later than expected but here it is the last chapter!

When we started to translate this fic (I say we as if I participated doing something else than merely opening my mouth, getting misty-eyed at the sight of it turning from Spanish to English), I never could have imagined what it was going to turn into. It has been a dream to be able to share it with another part of the fandom, not just only with the Spanish-speaking one. The most incredible thing of all, however, has been what this translation has end up meaning, what has end up bringing… I really don't have the words

Having said that, I want to dedicate all my gratitude, my love and my everything to the two angels that have been behind the translation of this fic. It has been a long way and, despite the anecdotes, the laughter, the setbacks, the lovely rare collaborations… the most important thing of all has been the amazing work you have done; the effort and time you have dedicated to it and the fact that you have achieved my little big dream. Because, let's be honest, translate the fic of someone who calls short an OS of 20K is not easy… :P So Kyravalon and ShadowDianne, for this I own you both more than ten years of friendship -more than a hundred, and there is no words to describe how much I will always be thankful for this. You girls are amazing.

Finally, for this final chapter, I would love to say thank you to everyone who have taken your time to read this fic, to follow, fav and even to leave a review, sharing your thoughts about it with me. It has been my debut (as a writer) for the English-speaking part of the fandom and it has been amazing, thrilling, funny and everything has been because of all of you! So I hope you enjoy this ending that has taken its sweet time to arrive.

I shut up now… Read! ^^

Pd.: Un pequeño aviso para las lectoras españolas, el original ya estaba publicado en español! :) Y si os ha gustado, hay algún que otro fic más ^^

The heart of the savior is strong, shiny and startling. Regina looks at it with curiosity, almost morbidly. Looking at it she understands why the curse has asked her to take it. Is very powerful.

Although she hasn't exactly plucked it out.

She doesn't remember the hearts she has stolen but she knows that it has never felt this way before. The body always fights back and the piece of meat ends up on her hand after a violent and ferocious tear. The one of the savior's though, has fallen to her hand, sliding in. Is the first one she doesn't pluck it but they give it to her instead. In that last breath that woman has given her heart. A gesture that has been noticed by Regina.

Snow sees terrorized how her daughter fells, Regina holds the heart and Cora is free from the hex around her mouth.

"Emma!" Snow screams and David's arms are the only thing that that keeps her from running towards the barrier. She fights him, kicks and screams the name of her daughter once and again but she can't escape and at her side Red barks and growls feeling useless as well.

Cora touches her face and mouth, everything is back at where it belongs. Emma doesn't exist anymore and the hex has disappeared. They have won, they have make it. That little piece of coal she has as a heart beats faster inside her chest, happy. This is the reason of her birth, the reason of Regina's, for them to defeat others and be unstoppable.

Cora is not used to feel but she could cry right now. Perhaps is that chubby body she is in that is affecting her somehow… She smiles but keeps the tears hidden. Raising her hand towards Regina she sighs one more time "Let's go daughter, let's go home"

The Evil Queen moves towards her accordingly. Is the perfect image of calm and submission as she holds Emma's heart on her hand. She raises her eyes towards the ones of her father and says:

"No" The whole forest fells silent "Not this time Cora"

She doesn't have time to react; Regina is saying fighting her back, she has called her by her name and that dulled expression on her eyes has disappear. Her body freezes even before she fully comprehends what has happened. The curse is broken.

Her right hand raises at the air and she throws a blast of magic to Regina but she is already too late. The mayor has attacked her first and her attack just hits her magic blast, who gets diverted. The thunder crashes against a tree and Cora hears it crack due to the impact. That could have been her, her daughter is not playing games.

She attacks again, and again, but Regina has the upper hand and she always is a step in front of her. The same Regina that a few minutes before didn't breathe if she was told not to. She manages to break the other woman's defense but her magic doesn't touch The Evil Queen's body. Regina wraps it up with her own power and neither women stops. Bolt against bolt, trying to destroy the other. The only thing Cora has on her favor is that Regina fights with only one hand. Her left fist is close to her chest, protecting Emma's heart.

She doesn't understand why but the savior has destroyed the curse. And the key is that heart.

"No, no, no!" Cora screams, not able to keep it together anymore. At the same time, she lowers her hands, a small stop on that duel. Regina's gaze is filled with heat, rage and fury but Cora doesn't let that scare her. She is out of her mind, a ticking bomb that needs to be hold gently. "You are a step away from glory, one step away from your destiny. I won't let you throw that away"

Snow's cheeks are red and wet due to her tears but she has stopped her struggling against David's arms and she looks astonished at the scene unfolding in front of her, wondering what kind of power he has just meddle in. She doesn't speak up but she waits for Regina's answer with her widened dry eyes, waiting for a flutter of eyelashes. Like the rest around her.

"Once again you are wrong" Cora's hairs stand up at that. The woman's voice is threatening, aggressive and so fierce that makes her tremble. "This is my destiny, my home and I won't let you destroy it"

The Evil Queen is about to jump to that woman's throat but is Cora the one who screams "NO!"

Regina has enough time to didge a blast of energy powered with malice. The magic at her back loses purpose and so she screams from the floor "Cover yourselves!"

Snow was doubting if her presence hadn't been perceived by the other brunette woman until that time. The warning makes her blink. "Run!" She screams tugging from David's arms to make them hide behind the nearest rocks.

"Aaaaaah!" Yells Cora, seeing how every possible target hides from her. It doesn't matter though, nothing else matters but that heart. She will destroy it. No matter how it takes. Her daughter will see reason. "I'm doing this for you!"

Regina readies herself to attack. "You are doing it for the power!"

"You damned fool" Her hands shudder because of the magic she is accumulating on them. "How have you ever managed to…?"

"Break up your curse?" Regina finishes for her mother. She is also shuddering but not out of fear. She is trembling out of fury, out of feelings, out of the magic that is growing inside of her. "The magic that you never managed to control; love" Barking that words to her mother is the most gratifying thing than any physical blow. Seeing her face as it falls down out of disgust and incomprehension is a delicious gift. She keeps talking, rejoicing, without any rush. "I didn'tt pluck Emma's heart out; she gave it to me. She trusted me and she sacrificed herself with it" Regina grows at the same rate than her magic, ready to deliver the final blow. "You never managed to understand this magic. And I feel sorry for you"

"I'm the one sorry for you" Cora screams with her face red and blotchy. She attacks one more time without any warning, an attack fueled with acid and dark magic straight towards the heart that beats slowly on Regina's hands. Cora is ready to fight till death.

Regina covers the heart with her own arm. The energy blast impacts her without her having had the time to cover herself up. She backtracks a few steps, a superficial burn is now on her skin although it doesn't get any more than that. At this Regina throws a counterattack that hits her mother right on her stomach. Cora fells down to her knees but tries to hit her daughter with a blow towards her feet. Regina, with a gesture of her wrist, dilutes her mother's magic, turning it into a glittering dust that doesn't even graze her. Cora tries to counter it but she is unable to and as Regina moves closer, dodging every single one of her attacks, weaker and weaker as times passes, Cora is unable to go back to stand on her feet.

She throws one last punch that Regina deflects without a problem and The Evil Queen's hand closes around her neck. Cora gapes, trying to breathe. And even then, kneeled and humiliated the only thing she is able to think off is that heart Regina keeps against her chest. However, The Evil Queen reads the intention on her mother's stare when her eyes focus on her curled fingers.

"You won't touch it, mother, never"

"We will see about that" Cora whimpers with barely enough oxygen on her, bloodshot eyes looking back at Regina. Is not an empty threat. Cora, in less than a blink, throws her short chubby arms against her daughter's, trying to pick up the beating heart with her last drop of strength. She, however, doesn't make it.

Regina replies with one single movement. The hand that holds the other woman's neck rakes through the skin until it reaches Cora's chest. Touching the sternum, she sinks her hand from fingers to wrist, grabbing the woman's heart.

The Queen of hearts freezes, paralyzed, victim of the same torment she had enjoyed inflicting so many times in the past. "I thought… I thought that you weren't a murderer anymore" She mumbles, falling into pain.

"I'm not, this is self-defense" One single pull is enough for her to have her mother's heart on her hand. Is a quick precise movement with a single tad of guilt. Looking at it, it doesn't even look like a heart. Is as black as night and deformed with scars. The same ones Cora must have inflicted on herself to tear it up. Is the mirror of the craziness, evilness and cruelty that the woman always will be. She takes a step back, without even sparing her a glance. "Goodbye mother"

"Daughter…" She stammers, voice broken as she sees her move away from her "Everything I've done had been for you, because I love you"

The sarcastic laugh that escapes Regina's mouth freezes Cora's blood on her veins. Her daughter keeps walking as her sight turns blurry and her body changes. Her legs turning longer, slimmer. Her magic is extinguishing and she falls down, without any strength left to look at her daughter.

"Do you love me?" Regina asks. Her harm is hovering over the well, on her hand she squeezes the piece of coil that beats with the last remains of Cora's life and even before she actually does it The Queen of Hearts knows what her ending is. "Because I don't"

She keeps squeezing until the heart explodes against her palm and she feels the touch of ashes on her fingers, ashes that start falling on the well until she opens her hand and a dark grey cloud falls onto the magical waters.

"NO!" Rumplestiskin looks at the unfolding scene and screams scared but nothing affects Regina on those moments. She is an Ice Queen, cold and impenetrable. Snow and David grab each other as they eye the well worriedly, not knowing what will come out of it. However, nothing appears, not even a cloud of smoke. Everything remains exactly the same.

"See? Not a tad of love, mother. You are nothing to me" Regina growls inexpressibly, emanating nothing more indifference. The last thing Cora sees is her worst nightmare; defeated and hated by her daughter, seeing her refusing power.

Rumple has lost his magic essence but when her ex-lover's soul disappears he feels it. A shudder runs up and down his back and a weight vanishes from his chest. He breathes and is sure: Ding Dong, the witch is dead.

Snow keeps at one side of the battle, hidden behind a trunk but still eyeing everything. She sees Regina lowering her arm and when the mayor's eyes run through the forest the Ice Queen's side has disappeared and there is only a nervous, intimidated woman that speaks with a hoarse voice.

"Ruby, take care of Henry" She asks talking to the grey wolf. The animal runs towards the kid as Regina turns towards Emma. She eyes her hands, scared and the sight of Emma's heart fills her body with despair. "What have I done?"

"What you tried for so many years, mayor. Finish the Savior" Gold's answer is arrogant but Regina's heartbeat echoes on her ears and she doesn't listen the answer. Snow and David run towards her daughter and the only thing she is able to do is swallow and shudder.

Emma is in the forest floor, pale and without a pulse. The savior is a corpse and she is the culprit of it. She starts to pant, hysterical and unable to take a hold on herself, letting the panic win her over.

"Regina!" Screams Snow next to Emma. The Queen though doesn't have eyes for her; her stare is unfocused, unable to think. Her mind is in many places and in no one in particular. What if in this half-magical world plucking out a heart isn't reversible? What if her worst fear has actually happened? What if she had really killed Emma? Her heartbeat echoes on her temple, threatening to make her explode. Paralyzed, looking without seeing the corpse lying on the grass, her lungs become atrophied, refusing to take any more air. She is dead, she has killed her… "REGINA!"

Snow's scream wakes her up from her reverie and makes her come back to the present. She opens her mouth but doesn't come out of it and Snow pushes her once again. "Fuck, she needs her heart, run!"

The heart, yes. She lowers her eyes to it, there is hope, it can work.

She clenches her jaw and lips, stopping the tears. Starting to run, frenzied, she doesn't say a word and throws herself between both David and Snow. David moves when he sees her arrive and circles Snow's shoulders. Regina's hands shake as she holds the heart, panic clenching her insides, making her feel like a little girl. She knows what she needs to do but it scares her trying it and not making it work. That idea only, not being unable to put the heart back, to loose Emma, breaks her in two.

She needs to try it; she can't give up on her. Taking a deep breath, she lays the heart and her hands on the Savior's thorax. She closes her eyes, unable to see if she works or not. Emma, you promised me, an anti-Cora girlfriend. Don't leave me, you can't, I don't want to keep going without you. Please, stay with me! She pushes the heart with every inch of desperation, of fear and rage she feels and Emma's body takes it with the same gentle softness that it gave it to her.

Everyone hold their breaths while Regina keeps her tears at bay and the next few moments seems to be an eternity. One in which the mayor lets her worst fears, her darkest side –the one that fills her head with fears and kills her hopes- take over. The silence the forest seems to be in fills her head, threatening to turn her crazy.

However, nothing happens. Emma doesn't gasp as if that was her first breath nor she opens her eyes scared. Nothing. Regina confronts that relaxed asleep face, one without a trace of life and her world crumbles down.

She starts crying inconsolably, laying her forehead on the savior's chest. She herself had been the executioner of her own happiness and the pain runs down her body and tears her heart apart in a way that makes her deaf to anything else.

Until two fingers touch her forehead and parts her bangs out of her face. The tears stop as she hears next to her face the out of control heartbeat of the savior. They are like music produced by angels for Regina and only then she realizes who is caressing her hair. Raising her eyes, she meets Emma's which are opened, smiling and just looking at her.

And then she cries once again, this time out of happiness though. Only when she takes a deep breath full of relief she understands the terror, pain and torment she has suffered for a second.

"Hey" Emma whispers "We cry when we lost, not when we win"

Regina, with glassy wet eyes loses herself on Emma's gaze. Everything's all right. Laughing between tears she grabs her face. "Shut up, know-it-all"

She lowers her mouth out of reflex until she kisses her. A kiss in which the rest doesn't matter, not what they think or say. She is just able to focus on keep kissing Emma and is bursting out of happiness for just being able to do it. For seeing her next to her, breathing at her side. And she kisses her with so much rage and pain that no one has a speck of authority to break the moment. Just Emma, who soothes her and answers to her kiss, caressing her soul and has the right to intervene and calm her.

When they break their kiss Snow admits to herself that seeing them together is somehow logical. Neal, annoyed, admits that the image of them together has a harmony that both Emma and him never hand.

"I'm ok… don't worry" Emma whispers against Regina's mouth. The sheriff swallows while trying to stand up. Regina runs to hold her back in order to help her and Snow and David squeeze her arm as thrilled as the mayor, waiting patiently for their moment to hug her daughter.

The savior brings a hand to her head and every alarm in Regina go off. "Are you ok?"

"Yes, just a tiny headache… the cons of fainting in the floor I guess" The other woman jokes, smiling at her. "And you all? Has she harmed you? And Henry?" She asks, looking around her.

"He is with Red, we are all okay"

Next to the well the wolf covers Henry's body with hers and she looks at them, docile and waiting. Her black eyes tell them that everything is fine.

"Then, this is it?" Snow asks the question that everyone is thinking right now. "Everything is truly over?" Unconsciously she looks at Gold, searching for answers from the expert in dark magic and craziness.

"Yes…" He smiles genuinely, as if it was the first time on his life "Cora's presence has disappeared, I can feel it" Smiling at Emma he repeats his words "You have won"

Emma is stubborn, very very stubborn. Stubborn is the word that best describes her and at the same time seems unable to reach how much she is. David, Snow and Regina tried without effect to make her go home and rest and Henry doesn't even bother trying it, knowing that is futile. The only thing they manage is to make the savior to accept to relax in front of a cup of chocolate topped with whipped cream and cinnamon on Granny's dinner. She is far too pig-headed to lay in the middle of the afternoon but she won't ever say no to a comforting cup of chocolate.

Two hours later she has managed to convince her parents that she is all right and Snow, subtle as ever, finishes her own snack and proposes that they should go. Regina looks at her closely, analyzing her words. Is time to go… go who? Does it mean she is only talking about herself and David? That they won't insist on carrying Emma with them?

David answers in that same idea, smiling at Snow and picking up her jacket. He will always deny that is ok with all of this… even if that's not entirely true. He is able to understand to Emma, even to Regina. And after the experience she had gone through with death and Cora Emma must be dying to be with them and just enjoy it.

They say goodbye without even proposing for Henry and Emma to go with them and suddenly Regina feels at peace. One of the final breaches that were still open between Snow and herself had finally closed and she hadn't even realized until she had seen her disappear at the other side of the glass, slightly dirty, door. Not only she hadn't tried to talk Emma out of the idea of dating her nor destroy their relationship but she is also seeing it. That gesture, thought or not, fills Regina with an unexpected happiness, with an almost seek solace. Those two people are now her family and having Snow respecting that makes it even more real, more tangible in a way.

Snow may have helped in the destroy of her family but she has just helped into creating it once again. That small and hidden injury that still beated between her heart and fears closes itself until is erased, leaving no trace. And when Emma, Henry and herself say goodbye she smiles so much that it seems almost worrying. It doesn't matter though since she is completely happy.

And that doesn't' go unnoticed.

Regina picks up a few plates and the cutlery whistling and singing to herself. She moves through the kitchen a step away of actually seeming to start to dance and Henry, who is devouring a strawberry-flavored yogurt is happy to see her mother like that. However, is not the only strange behavior the mayor is displaying right now.

Ever since his grandparents left his mother has transformed herself into a smiling happy woman. And, something that Henry doesn't see, she is unable to spend more than ten minutes without touching his other mother. Ever since they were left alone in the dinner Regina had caressed Emma's leg almost unconsciously and a few times also played with her hand behind the table. When they had walked towards the car she had curled her arm around the blonde's waist and now, as she moves through the kitchen, she passes by her side almost out of instinct that searches for Emma. Looks and smiles, double entendre and jokes. Regina had left behind that cold, controlling part of her that put everything away from her. She even has forgotten why she did it.

Henry is perhaps far too young and innocent to appreciate what's happening in front of him but if he was slightly older, or less naïve, he would understand the lovey-dovey gestures of their mothers. He would probably be embarrassed and would ask for them to stop of course.

But Henry doesn't see a thing and Emma lets Regina to touch her, melted by this new side of the brunette. And well, perhaps, and only perhaps, she actually feels a slightly bad mother for this but she can't wait for her son to finish that damned yogurt and decide that he wants to go to sleep. Because if Regina touches her hips or caress her back behind her clothes one more time she won't be held responsible.

Almost like her parents' sense what's running through her head her phone vibrates with the income of a message and that breaks her chain of thoughts.

She huffs as she reads it and Henry stick out behind her arm to read what is about. "How many days do you think my parents are going to need to believe that I'm actually okay?"

Regina looks at her from the corner of her eyes as she smiles understandingly "They are parents… what for us are seven years for them is just a day"

Emma is silence for a few seconds, thinking about something "I think you are calling "dog" to someone but I'm not sure to whom…"

Regina's smirk has a touch of suspicious innocence but she doesn't tell her. "They would probably be calmer if you were on the apartment"

"Maybe, but that wasn't the place I wanted to be in" Her eyes met Regina and the glint the brunette has on them show her gratitude "I needed a little peace and tranquility…"

"Yes, here you will have a lot of peace and tranquility" She answers slyly and that double-entendre more obvious than ever. Emma smiles and purses her lips, trying not to think of the type of "peace and tranquility" the mayor must have on her mind. However, is true and being near Regina calm and makes her the best of herself for it. Is an effect that only appears near the mayor.

A typing sound distracts her "Henry, what are you doing with my phone?"

"Telling them that we are okay of course" Of course, Emma repeats on her head. "There is something that bothers me though" Henry adds as he puts the phone aside. The two of them look at him surprised, not knowing what he will say this time "Of the two adventures I've been in both of them and I don't remember a thing… Don't laugh, is annoying to be always asleep!"

"If you behave yourself I promise you that I will tell you the story"

"Today?"

Emma looks at the clock, thinks about the hour and decides to take advantage of it. "Only if you go to bed in the next five minutes.

"We have a deal" He answers her on his best impersonation of Gold.

Emma smirks "In that case… you have 4 minutes and 56 seconds left. Run!"

Henry's eyes widen, surprised. Wiping clean the yogurt he gets off the chair and Emma sees him go up the stairs without saying anything more. Turning once again towards the kitchen Regina's inquisitive eyes wait for her, glinting with an amusement.

"Sheriff, have you just bribed our son?"

Emma, guilty of charges, scratches her head and walks towards her "Maybe?"

"Maybe…" She answers dominantly, with arms akimbo.

"Just a little… besides is good for him" Emma takes the other woman's posture as an invitation to pass her arms between hers until she is circling her waist, separated now by just a few inches.

"Right… a little. And can I know what are you doing?" She insists, still on her role of domineering and stunning mayor.

Emma holds her chin and whispers against her mouth "What I've been imagining for hours now"

She descends until she is kissing her and she entertains herself on biting softly those tempting smiling lips before licking them slowly and letting herself get lost on her kisses. "You are such a drama queen…" Jokes Regina taking distance for a second before returning even more hungrily to her mouth. The quick caresses are useless at this point, she needs more, much more. Like Emma's hands over her skin, electrifying her skin as much as her kisses, able to return her back to life.

"DONE!" Henry screams from the top of the stairs. The yell breaks their moment and make them take a step back. Regina is sure she would be able to write a novel of a thousand pages long about the five hundred ways that exist in order to be interrupted in a romantic or sexual moment at this point.

"And he has even two minutes to spare" Emma winces looking at the phone screen. Looking at the couple of plate they still need to pick up she glances at Regina "Do you mind if I go?"

"Of course not, run and see if you manage to get out son asleep as soon as possible… Because I think you and I have a few things we need to discuss" She murmurs resting her forehead on Emma's.

"Consider it done" She answers, touching the brunette's nose with her own softly and slowly while biting her lips, picturing the ones of the brunette. "I will make him asleep in record time" She whispers before turning as quick as possible towards the kid's room.

Regina looks at her dazedly until she disappears at the other side of the kitchen's entrance. How long ago since she started considering her girlfriend? Little more than two days? Everything looks so strange… no two weeks ago since they morphed from being two people that berated each other to kiss and… do a few other things. The feeling however of having feelings for Emma is one that comes before she was even conscious about it. There is a line between the time they have been together and the time she has been thinking about her that blurs. That makes her heart beat frenzied, that makes her feel complete, makes her understand that she already has a home…

Then, why she is unable to say it outload?

She has risen a stupid wall and now those words float around at the tip of her tongue, burning her, prodding her. She is unable to say them or let them fall though. Is stupid. After what the curse asked for her is obvious what Emma means to her. But she doesn't find the words to explain it… perhaps is due to the terror those words that has been centuries since she had last said them cause on her. Although, thinking about it, she knows that that is not entirely true, no, is not that…

She is not afraid.

Not of Emma.

She smiles again. Perhaps maybe is that she isn't able to find the moment, perhaps Snow, David and Henry's interruption that has broken the moment that morning or the posterior reunion in which they have tried to make her confess her feelings in front of everyone ended up destroying it. Now she is limbo, without any string awkward and without knowing when or how she needs to discover what she has inside. Is a silly barrier she has risen because "I say it when I want it" and there she is. Unable to say it. She has go from refusing to tell it in order to not give the ones that repeated Henry's idea about the possibility of a curse to be mute about it.

Just perfect… she mutters to herself.

She leaves the last cleaned plate and dries her hands. Things are going to change. She is not going to let anything destroy what she has with Emma. Not even herself.

Henry fluffs his pillow and puts his sheets up to his neck as Emma enters inside his room. "Ok, I'm ready, you can start. Wait…" She stops for a second, standing upright again. "Then are you the one who is going to tell me the story?"

"Yes, why?" Emma asks offended as she sits at the edge of the bed.

"You were unconscious for a half of the battle!"

Emma holds a guffaw as she hears the annoyed tone of her son "Snow and David have told me everything that I don't remember"

"Everything?"

"To the last detail"

Henry thinks about her answer for a second, thinking about it until she feels convinced. "Ok, go"

Emma clears her throat, takes a breath and starts telling the story with her big narrative skills. "Cora remained hidden in Neverland…"

"Stop a second" He interrupts her quickly.

"And now what?"

"You can't tell it like that!"

"Like what?" She asks raising a brow.

"Like that!" He points at her as if it was obvious "You need to tell it like it was a tale"

Emma takes a deep breath once again, readies her voice and fills herself with patience. "Ok… Once upon a time there was a very evil witch that hide herself in the island of Neverland under the appearance of a young peasant. Her name was Cora and she was the mother of Mayor Regina. During all those months in where Storybrooke's village thought of her as dead she remained under the care of the shadow, licking her wounds and infiltrating herself between Philip's men, planning for the kidnapping of the little Henry…"

"Hey! I'm not so little"

"The kidnapping of the not-so-little Henry" She corrects. When she sees that the restless kid is about to talk again she puts a finger over his lips. "Shhh. But this was nothing but a plan to trick and take her daughter Regina back…"

Emma's side as a storyteller is not precisely one of the most known ones of the savior and when Regina climbs up the stairs she is fascinated by Emma's tale. She ends up, not knowing exactly how, listening to it next to the door, half-hidden to the view. She must admit that the sheriff is a good narrator and quite funny on it.

"Under the beautiful appearance of the mayor Cora approached Emma in order to ready the hex that would fall upon Regina. It wouldn't be a normal spell nor there would be any spinning wheel that would prick fingers or poisoned apples. No, like always, Cora went a step further, taking it to the cruelest and despicable of things. She stole a kiss to the innocent and slightly forgetful savior and cursed her lips so when she would give a true love kiss to the mayor the hex would be able to fall on her"

"Grandma kissed you?" The sleepy-laced voice of Henry interrupts her, surprised and slightly grossed out.

"Yes… In hindsight it was cruel and, obviously, more than a little gross" The sound of the soft laughs from Henry makes Regina imagine him lying on his bed, tucked in and with his eyes already half-closed. "So when the savior finally rose and went down to have breakfast with her family she couldn't help herself and kissed the mayor. Cora's dark magic took fool effect then" The mayor, resting against the door, lets herself be carried by the tale. She likes how Emma narrates; her voice is calming and sweet and the words she uses, like family, makes her like it even more. Without realizing she had also get stuck on the sheriff's tale. "Slowly, Regina started to forget who she was, what had happened the last few years or where or with whom she was. For her only the curse existed and she was instants away of throwing it. She disappeared, carrying Henry with her –since Cora was sure that they will need his heart- and, tricked, she started to ready the curse that would end up with her new and more than earned life. However, before asking the curse what heart was the one she needed the good guys managed to find them…"

Regina knows how everything has played up and how the story ends but she can't stop her heart from shrinking at the memory Emma is telling comes once again to her mind. She transforms herself into a viewer of her own story and she doesn't like what she sees.

"… The curse had spoken; it needed the heart of the savior. Emma tried to fight, she even, literally, covered the mouth of the ruthless Cora. Her magic, however, wasn't strong enough for the cursed Regina and she ended up under her, with a hand of the Queen dip inside her chest. Something that she wouldn't have done in other circumstance and what had been initiated by her evil mother"

Henry and Regina are two statues, silent and hanging from Emma's words.

"But there was something that Cora hadn't think about. Love. When the heart of the savior started to beat on Regina's heart the curse broke. Emma trusted her, she knew she would never hurt her and that trust and fealty was strong enough to break the dark magic of Cora. A second after that Regina turned towards her mother, ready to battle her and The Queen of Hearts was barely unable to answer. She tried to wound her daughter, to all the ones around them, but Regina asked for them to cover themselves, that she would take charge of her mother. Protecting the savior's heart and not letting not even a drop a magic hurt it, she fought against her mother like a true heroine. Her magic ended up defeating Cora's dirty power but The Queen still tried one last attack against the heart Regina hold on her hands. It was futile however, so much even that it was her the one who lost her heart; that little piece of coal that beat on her chest. The evil witch closed her eyes forever and Regina was able to turn the heart of the savior to her body at the end. Once again, the good guys had won."

Regina had never considered herself a heroine. Not until that moment. And it isn't even because of something she has done. But because how Emma's eyes see her, the way she has of telling what happened, the way she has of talking about her. This is the reason why she feels like a damned heroine. A damned heroine about to tear up.

"Henry?" Whispers Emma. His only answer is a little huff; soundly asleep. "Goodnight kiddo" Regina looks inside just in time to see her kissing his forehead and raising from his side. She tiptoes back to her initial position, like a burglar, and waits for her. Hidden, happy and sentimental, tapping her fingers against the wall.

When Emma steps outside those same fingers grab her shoulder and push her pinning her against the wall. The savior has a little of déjà vu at this, one that includes a ship and a few passionate bangs against its wooden walls. This time however that hold isn't filled with the aggressiveness and the indifference that had those first kisses. No, this is the hand of Regina pulling her sweetly and voraciously, tugging her clothes to trap her against the wall and her body. Soft, intimate, tender, and Emma lets herself be trapped. She likes surprises and especially the ones that have such the glint Regina's eyes have.

"What?" Emma whispers as she swallows.

"I fucking love you Sheriff Swan" It isn't what she had thought on saying but it has escaped from her. She was going to say something joking about her work as a storyteller or perhaps greeting her in a very special way for having make Henry fall asleep so quickly. Her mouth, however, has decided to opt for sincerity without even asking her first.

Having Emma in front of her, after having crowned her as the heroin of her tale and smiling so tenderly and confidently has been too much for her own control. So long having being worried of not being able to express the turmoil she had been in for the past few days and then it escapes her like this. Simple, unthinkingly and filled with all of his love. With a bitter edge of course, good habits must never be forgotten.

In front of her Emma gapes a few times, smiling and astonished.

"Well, say something, no?" Regina's complain comes with a pout adorably childlike, even a little insecure. Emma's reflexes work in fits and starts and so she is slow on her answer. She loves her. Regina loves her. Her. The mayor has fallen in love with her. She processes it slowly but the happiness she feels is entirely hers. She could jump to the roof but, instead, she throws herself towards her to kiss her. She grabs her face between her hands, wets her lips and…

"You have said it mom! YOU HAVE SAID IT!"

That screams stops Emma on her tracks and freezes Regina. Is Henry, jumping out of his bed and screaming like crazy.

"You have told her how you feel; this is your happy ending!"

"Henry, stop, stop" Regina says landing once again on the real world, not that one in which she is alone with Emma, about to open up to her and kiss her for the rest of the night. The return to the real world has reminded her her son's theory, that one which would end up with the ending of the curse. "Yes, I've done it… but nothing seems to have change, haven't it?" She asks embarrassed but carefully, trying not to break any illusions.

"Is true, Henry…" Emma clicks her tongue while shrugging. She wants to play it down and avoid making her soon feel dejected. "Maybe we need to wait more or..."

"No, I'm sure of this! Is…"

He stops talking. Under his feet the floor starts to shake. The shaking climbs up the walls and arrives at the floor. The way the house is vibrating threatens to take it down and immediately Emma throws herself to curl around Regina and Henry, pushing them towards her. They form a closed circle as the trembling keeps growing. Blind but protected Henry closes his eyes while grabbing onto one of his mothers even if he doesn't know whom while wishing for the trembling to stop.

The movement keeps escalating. Everything trembles, flies and there is no a wall standing anymore. The collapse of his world lasts another five more seconds and disappear as it came, no advice, no warning, leaving behind a pleasant peace, almost surreal.

"What the…" Emma's question wakes Henry's curiosity and erases the panic she had been feeling two seconds ago. He wiggles out their hold, wanting to see again.

And what he finds in front of him is not his house. Is also nighttime there but there it ends the similarities: They are in a gigantic meadow with a little road for carts. It almost seems an entrance for carriages. Because, without a doubt, they aren't in Storybrooke anymore. This is the Enchanted Forest.

"We made it" Is Henry's victorious scream.

Emma widens her eyes, astonished as she looks at Regina, also dumbfounded. "Is he right?"

"He looks like he was right… you are my happy ending" Regina looks like the vivid image of happiness. She would never had thought that she would feel so fortunate to go back to that land where she had been so unhappy. Going back there though, with Emma and their son, is the dream she would have never think about before. Her voice is brimming with tears, with an innocence that makes her look like the Regina she had been so many years ago. "We are home"

Emma, surrounded by a world she doesn't know in the middle of a medieval setting, is with her. Is that how she feels; at home. And she can't lift her eyes from Regina's smile. The most beautiful and authentic smile the mayor of the former Storybrooke, has ever had. So sincere, so irresistible…

"We made it…" She whispers, ecstatic before grabbing the other woman by the waist and steal from her one of those kisses that leave a mark and make history, of those that make their lips tingle even hours before receiving them. They keep it going happily until they heard someone clearing uncomfortable their throat. They split, expecting for Henry's joking face to be looking at them.

But that is not what happens.

At their backs, where they hadn't even think on looking, the rest of the city has also appeared too. They are leaded by David and Snow and the rest of the citizens are looking at them like they were looking directly at a green unicorn talking about the string theory.

This is, by far, the worst interruption possible. And they have been having quite a few. A lot. But this one definetely wins the rest. Yes, there is no one who isn't there. There is even people would say she has never seen before. Although is obvious they know who she is. Or worst, they now know their thing with Emma.

It can't be happening… is that what she is thinking about. Did she hate their interruptions with Emma? This is the biggest interruption ever and she is hoping for the newly re-found land to open a hole and swallow her. At her side Emma doesn't look better than her. She is blushing madly and her parents don't know where to look. The rest of the citizens, instead of jumping happily and go running towards their lands and homes keep looking at them silently.

"Well… it seems that Henry was right, uh?" Snow stammers with a stilted chuckle. Regina nods and a grimace as a smile as she scratches her forehead. She can't handle this, she doesn't know how, is bigger than her… but not to the two of them. Together. Emma interlaces her hand with hers and when Regina searches on her eyes the savior is smiling. Everything is ok and there is nothing they both can't do. She smiles, this time with her heart and she squeezes the other hand as strongly as she feels.

The gesture isn't lost on Storybrooke's habitants and the crowd leaves behind that ant natural silence and start screaming and asking, completely surprised.

Regina, astonished, realizes that not every reaction is negative. In fact, almost all of them sound positive, even happy. Are those citizens that once upon a time feared her presence now talking about their personal life. She can't decide what is more surrealist; being sentimentally exposed in front of the entire kingdom, their acceptance or how good she feels about it.

Either way, they are back. They are in the Enchanted Forest and her family is with her. The curse is broken and there is nothing else she could wish for.

Well, yeah, for everyone to stop looking at them before she needs to use her Evil Queen magic. Please.

The End