A/N: So, the scene in Dark Hollow. And the aftermath on the Jolly Roger. One-shots.

Dark Hollow

"So we just wait for Pan's shadow to show up?" Emma asked, standing right behind Neal, feeling Hook's presence behind her.

"Yeah." Neal answered, putting his hands in his bag to get the coconut. "And when it does, we'll be prepared."

"You wanna tell me how that coconut works?" Emma was barely able to hide a hint of cynicism.

"We light the candle and the shadow's drawn to it." Neal answered, continuing his way towards the dark hollow. He put the coconut down, lid next to the bottom half and explained how it worked. "If he's close enough, the flame will suck it in.. put the lid on.. then it's trapped inside this bad boy."

"Sounds like a fine plan, except for one thing.." Hook started. "Our lanterns went out. So how the devil are we gonna ignite that bloody thing?"

"Welcome to the twenty-first century." Neal grinned, holding up a lighter in front of Hook's face.

Emma folded her arms and walked a few steps away from the twosome. "How's it coming over there, guys?"

Neal tried to lit the candle, but it didn't work that well. "All right, hang on." He mumbled.

"Let me help." Hook offered, slightly annoyed by the other man.

"No.. I got it." Neal kept trying, but without any luck.

"Well, I've only got one hand." Hook interfered, being cynical as always. "I can do better than that."

But Neal was tired of Hook's trying to get power over the lighter. "You know what? Now's not the time to try to impress Emma!"

"Oh, you think that's what I'm doing?" Hook reacted a little offended. Although 'little' would be an understatement.

"Really, you're doing this now?" Emma snapped, intervening the heated conversation between the two men.

"You heard her. Are we gonna stand here and argue.." Hook added. "Or are we gonna get the candle lit?" Neal tried again, lighting the candle, but it didn't work. Hook took over, but also with no result.

"Harder than it looks, huh, pal?" Neal said, as sarcastic as the other man. "Let me see it." He dove to the lighter to gain power over the object again, which left the two men fighting over the implement.

"Give it to me. Give it to me." The lighter flew away and fell somewhere a few feet away.

"Guys, we don't have time for this." Emma was really getting tired of their need to prove themselves a better man than the other. Better date material or whatever.

Pan's shadow made its entrance and Emma drew her sword. "We really don't have time for this!" She yelled at the two men right behind her. "Is that Pan's shadow?" She called, but she already knew the answer.

"Yeah, it's Pan's shadow!"

The next few seconds were so fast, Emma didn't really know what was happening, adrenaline racing through her veins. Three shadows were attacking the three of them, and Emma started flailing around her sword. Before she knew, two of the shadows held the two men captive, and Emma had ducked against a tree branch.

She pulled her knees up, making herself as small as possible. She wrapped her arms defensively around herself, clenching the coconut in her left hand and the sword in her right hand. She tried to chase off Pan's shadow, but she also noticed the two other shadows were trying to steal Hook's and Neal's shadows. She had to do this. Now.

She took the bottom half of the coconut and concentrated, closing her eyes. She tried to imagine the kiss she shared with Regina, earlier that day. She remembered warm lips brushing her own; parting those lips. The slightest of touches of their tongues. She remembered wanting to run her hands all over Regina's body..

She opened her eyes and saw the candle was finally lit. She grabbed the lid and slowly got onto her feet; and indeed, the shadow of Peter Pan got sucked into it. She closed the lid and at the same time, Hook and Neal were freed. Emma panted; she didn't know if she did because of the memory, or because it took her a lot of power to conjure magic.

"How did you do that?" Neal asked, a little surprised that Emma had lit the candle without using the lighter.

"Regina." Emma sighed, as she sat up again, still a little caught up in her imagination; gasping for air.

"She's teaching you magic?" Neal asked, though it wasn't really a question.

"Yeah. I guess she is."

Hours later

Snow, Regina and Emma rushed to the place Henry's body was lying on the Jolly Roger, Regina still holding his heart. Emma and Regina knelt down on their knees, Emma grabbing his left hand with both hands and Regina pushing his heart back in his chest. They both watched their son and whispered his name, being afraid they were too late.

Regina refused to believe they were too late. "Henry.. Honey?" She squeezed his arm, and his eyes shot open in response. Relief washed over everyone as an warm shower after a hard day of work.

Henry sat up and wrapped his arms around both of his moms, and they hugged him back, without fighting each other this time.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to save magic. I wanted to be a hero." Henry apologized, looking at his father and both his moms as he said.

There was some talking between the kid and his grandparents and father, but Emma didn't really hear them talk. She kept drawing soothing circles around her son's shoulder, and looked at Regina. She saved their son. And Emma knew for sure now how much she loved their son. She didn't regret what she'd done, because it made her have Henry.

This woman was able to love.

Her eyes flicked from the brunette to their son and other way round, and Emma noticed she had mirrored the other woman's actions. She was drawing the same circles around her son's shoulder as her. She watched the woman smile widely, as she vaguely noticed Regina telling Henry she was going to tuck him in.

She looked up and the two women locked eyes, only for a few seconds, but to Emma it seemed to take minutes. Those dark eyes looked at her differently than normally. If she hadn't known Regina and her history, she would have called it grateful; almost loving, but she waved the feeling away dismissively.

Emma was talking to her father as she saw Regina talking to Tinkerbell. Gold had just saved their son from Pan, who tried to steal Henry's heart again. Her eyes roamed over the brunette's body, as her eyes paused on her face. She was smiling, genuinely. Did the two of them make up for whatever happened between them? Did Regina have good in her? She did save their son, and Emma was more grateful for that than she could possibly express.

And if it wasn't for Regina, Neal and Hook would have been robbed from their shadows and who knows what would have happened after.

But the woman had admitted that she didn't regret a single thing she did. The killing, the torturing.. Destroying other people's lives. But she was right. If she hadn't done those things, Emma wouldn't have been sent through the wardrobe, and would have never gotten pregnant of Henry.

Tinkerbell walked away to the other side of the ship, leaving Regina alone. Her father was helping his wife with whatever she was doing right now, so she walked up to the brunette. She didn't really know why she was doing this, but she felt the urge to talk to the older woman.

She leaned over the wooden rail like Tinkerbell had just done a few minutes prior. She noticed Regina looked in surprise to her left, eyeing the blonde suspiciously, but she didn't say a word.

"I wanted to thank you." Emma said genuinely. She turned her head to the right and looked at the brunette, a little unsure of her actions. Regina arched an eyebrow.

"Why?" Her voice sounded surprised.

"Because you saved our son." Emma said, trying to keep her voice down. She didn't want anyone else to hear their conversation. It wasn't really a secret conversation, but in case something was said her parents would loathe her for. "And you taught me magic." She added. "I lit the candle."

"There's no need to thank me, dear." Regina said dismissively. "But I'm glad our little session worked."

Was she referring to their kiss?

She averted her gaze from Regina to her mother, who was talking to one of the Lost Boys. Before she even realized she had said it - or actually, it was more of a whisper - she had blurted it out. "You called him ours."

Regina frowned, staring at the blonde. "Don't you want me to call him ours?" Emma would have suspected a snap, but this was a voice filled with surprise. "I thought that was what you were aiming for since the beginning." She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"No. I just wanted to point out.." She sighed, finding the words she was looking for. "You've changed, Regina."

Her eyes lowered their gaze to a familiar lip scar. Regina's lip scar. She had always wondered what the story behind that scar was, but for obvious reasons, she had never asked. Those lips had touched hers only hours ago. She hadn't even contemplated the meaning of the kiss, because they needed to save Henry's life.

She thought of the older woman's outburst in the cave. She had no one but Henry. Henry was her everything. Emma hadn't understand how the brunette felt, and she knew it; admitted it. And she cared. But she didn't understand why she cared. Perhaps because she was Henry's other mother.

"You don't have to do this, Miss Swan." Regina said, trying to sound coldly.

"I know." Emma sighed, considering her next words. "I'm only wanted to say I'm glad you're trying."