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The pain was immediate, intense, and all-consuming. They were losing the battle, and Henry's life hung in the balance. Charming, bleeding heavily from his leg, was trying to fight off three Lost Boys at once, while Mary Margaret's supply of arrows was dangerously dwindling. Hook was holding his own against the leader of the lost boys, a dead-eyed blond with a certain mad lust for blood.

Meanwhile, she, Rumple, and Emma were all trying to use their combined magic to keep Peter Pan from sucking Henry's soul from his body, as he hovered in mid-air, eyes wide and full of fear as he watched his family battling the greatest villain of all.

Beside her, Emma grunted, "it's not working Regina."

No, it was not. Pan was stronger than all of them, and was clearly gleeful with the idea of his impending victory. At once, Regina decided that there was only one thing to do, to save her son, and his blond mother, whom she had come to care for a great deal during their sojourn to Neverland.

Moments later, she found herself flat on her back, Rumple and Emma on either side of her. Across the encampment, Hook, Charming, and Snow were being held at knife point by the surviving Lost Boys.

Floating menacingly above them, Pan peered down, hissing, "I win. The boy is mine."

Regina saw her window. As Pan edged closer to her son, she used the last of her reserves to surge up and forward, placing herself between the shapeless shadow and her precious son. She felt the sucking as her soul was forced from her body, along with it her dark magic, which was surely toxic to Pan, or at least enough so that he would become weak enough to vanquish.

As Pan tried to pull away, she hung on tighter, desperate to save her little boy from certain death. Around her, the other adults on the ground regained the battle field, and Emma and Rumple began attacking Pan once again, the blond desperate to save her. From behind, Regina strained to hear her son's voice.

"Please don't die, Mommy, please. I need you. I'm so sorry, Mommy, I love you."

Regina wished she could respond, but found herself unable to make a sound. Growing weaker and weaker, her vision slowly blurring, she registered that they were winning. As her limp and broken body hit the ground, she heard Pan's screech as his met his demise. Henry rushed to her side, having escaped his bonds, crying and begging her to survive. Regina could barely hear a word, but she felt sweet relief at the knowledge that Henry was alive.

Almost immediately, another body crouched at her side, as blond curls cascaded across her face while Emma checked her pulse. She barely registered the trembling hands that shook her, physically commanding her to open her eyes. She was suddenly so tired; taking breath was taxing. Knowing that her time was coming to an end, she forced her eyes open to meet the aquamarine orbs above her.

With immense effort, she croaked out "Take care of our son, Emma."

And then she promptly fell into darkness' warm embrace.