Regina wearily climbed down the stairs of the Jolly Rodger, shouting her son's name.

"Henry." She gasped, growing worried at his sleeping state.

The boy woke gasping, rushing his words out. "It's okay. I'm okay."

"Are you sure?"

"He's a strong boy, Regina. You raised him well." Rumplestiltskin cut in, before the boy could respond to his mother.

Regina sighed, feeling relieved that her son was safe. Unbeknownst that the boy in front of her isn't her son. Although he appeared to be on the outside. On the inside he was in fact Peter Pan.

The dark haired woman felt a warm hand resting on her shoulder. Initially she thought it was Rumple and was about to scold the man for interrupting her time with Henry. Until she turned her head, brown eyes meeting soft green ones. The ones she's grown to admire.

"Hey, kid, I need to borrow your mom for a minute." The blonde said, putting her other hand on her son's head, playing with his hair.

She watched as Regina leaned over, kissing their son's head. Before following the blonde to the deck, where the others were standing, waiting for the dark haired woman to tether Pan's shadow to pegasus. Snow gathered the lost boys to the other side of the ship, as Neal stood in place ready to release the shadow over the cannon - and Emma stood with the lighter in hand, ready to light the cannon.

Emma's eyes found the dark haired woman's, "Ready, Regina?"

Regina nodded, throwing her hands up getting ready to use her magic. Watching as Emma lights the cannon, letting Neal know to release the shadow. Regina began to do her part, aiding the shadow to pegasus with her magic. Smirking satisfactorily as she watches the sail of the jolly rodger turn from white, to a drop of green, then to black as she successfully tethered the shadow to pegasus' burned feathers. She hadn't realised the blonde that was watching her in awe, until she turned her head meeting Emma's gaze, before half smiling at the girl.

Since Regina's conversation with Tinkerbell she had grown weary about spending more and more time with the people around her. The first time she met Tinker was when the fairy had saved her falling off the balcony. The two hit it off, Regina was miserable and the fairy wanted to help. She had told Regina that a man with a lion tattoo in a pub was her happy ending. Regina had planned to go in there and confront the man, hoping to feel something that would indicate he was in fact her true love - she got nothing, not even a flicker of something when she glanced at him. Of course the dark haired girl was mad at this, she thought the blonde was trying to pull some kind of trick on her. Manipulating her like mother had always done. Tinker had gone to visit the woman at her palace hoping to find out that everything had gone well with the man. Until she noticed the angry look in the woman's face, as she calls Tinker a horrible fairy. Naming all the qualities wrong with the man who was to be her 'true love.'

During Regina's time in Neverland, Hook had suggested they ask the fairy to help them find the small boy. The dark haired girl grew nervous, the last time she saw the fairy she had sent her away, telling her she didn't want to see her again.

When she finally came face to face with the fairy, she stood with Emma and Mary-Margaret, telling her that if she helped them find Henry they'd welcome her to Storybrooke. Agreeing with the plan, Tinker had pulled Regina aside telling her that she was wrong all those years ago, her true love wasn't the man with the lion tattoo. Tinker had been hinting at something Regina didn't quite understand - hinting that the girl had already met her true love. The woman hadn't said whether it was someone from her past or someone she'd met recently.

*

Emma loved being in the sky, It was peace itself ascending to the heavens, seeing the view usually bequeathed only to the birds, their birthright and domain. As they reached Storybrooke, she could hear cheering, glancing over at the docks watching as their friends were cheering for them. Everyone was calling their names as they stepped out from under deck. Smiling as they saw how happy the town was to see them.

The blonde walked off the boat, reaching over to granny as the older woman enveloped her in a hug. Emma glanced over at Regina sending her a soft smile, as she noticed a look of loneliness on her face.

"How's it feel to finally be home?" Emma questions her son, happy that he's safe and home with them all.

"Better than I ever imagined."

Emma hadn't noticed the look her son had given felix as the messy haired boy stepped off the boat, eyeing the people of Storybrooke. She was too busy listening to the conversation going on in front of her.

"I have to admit, there was a minute there I didn't believe we were all gonna make it out of that place." The blonde said, wrapping her arms around her son.

"Well, we did." Her father states.

Snow noticed the look on Regina's face, the same look her daughter had noticed a few minutes before. She shouts loudly, gaining everyone's attention after gesturing for the dark haired woman to join them. "And we owe a lot of it to her. Regina helped save us all."

Regina tried to ignore the whisperings around her, some were good others weren't. The ones were bad were the ones that managed to stick in her head. She'd always seen the bad in herself rather than the good.

The little reunion had lasted a little longer, but Rumplestiltskin had other ideas. He pulled Emma, Regina, Henry, Neal and Belle into his shop, trapping Pandora's box in a safe under the floorboards. "Once I seal the box in here..." He paused waving his hand placing a seal over the floorboard. "No one can break the spell but me."

"And you're not gonna do that?" Questions the little boy that everyone thinks is Henry.

"Believe me, I want Pan trapped just as much as you."

Emma stood behind her son, putting her arm over him. "Don't worry, Henry."

Before he could say something else his father quickly cut in, "He's not getting out of there."

"We won't let anything happen to you again. I promise." Another voice speaks up, his adoptive mother.

*

At the celebratory party, Emma waltzed over to her son with a smile on her face, giving him the storybook that he loves. She noticed the look on his face when she gave it to him, the boy didn't seem impressed. He acted as if he didn't know what the book was.

"Well, don't be too excited. Neal still had it in his room, we thought you'd want it." She pauses, wondering what has gotten into her son. "Especially since you just lived a fairy tale of your own."

Noticing the young boy's silence, she gave him a questioning look. Usually the boy would be excited to see the book, he loved to read it. He'd stay up reading it all night if he could. His parents have to pry the book out of his hands.

"Right… Thanks."

"You okay?" His mother questions, her eyebrows narrowing down at him.

"Yeah. Why?"

Emma was lost for words, she knew there was something different about her son. She couldn't quite put her finger on what was different. He was acting strange, she thought he might still feel scared because of the events that happened in Neverland. Placing her hand in his, she looked in his eyes. "You'll tell me if you're not okay, Right?"

"Yes, of course, mom."

The blonde only wanted to order another drink, but instead she was bombarded with questions from her son's father. The male had wanted to take her on a date, to spend time with her. That was something that Emma didn't want to do, and if she did she wanted it to be as friends. The blonde didn't love the man anymore, she cared for him deeply, as he is the father of her child. The woman just wanted to spend time with her son, putting him first. Her parents had laughed hearing the conversation, David had told his wife that their daughter sounded exactly like her mother.

As the blonde walked back over to her son, she noticed he was reading the story book. She laughed, "Sorry, Kid. It's time for something you didn't have in Neverland… bedtime." Henry stood up, closing the book as he left his seat.

Noticing Regina, the blonde moved over to her telling their son to say goodnight.

"Good night? I… didn't realise it was getting so late." Regina questioned, not wanting to see her son leave so soon after just getting him back. She sighed, placing a hand under his chin, "It's gonna be hard to let you out of my sight."

"Maybe you don't have to. Maybe I could stay with you tonight." The boy spoke up.

Regina was shocked, glancing at his other mother as if she was asking for permission, "Oh. Of course."

"Yeah, just call me tomorrow."