They were running. Jefferson could feel his heart beating rapidly against his chest, sweat rolling down the back of his neck as his breathing came out in sharp gasps. Grace held tightly to his hand, crying out that she was scared. He looked briefly over at his wife who was on the other side of Grace, running just as fast as he was while holding their daughter's other hand. He watched as she moved her free hand to her belly, trying to keep it steady as they ran. Running like this couldn't be good for their unborn child, but running was their only option — their only way to survive.

Jefferson looked away from Rebekah, focusing on the road ahead of them. They were still in Storybrooke, deep in the woods. He heard a familiar cackling behind them. "You can't outrun this, Jefferson." The voice told him, laughter filling the forest. "You did this to your family by destroying mine!" It was Regina, of course. Who else would be after them?

He wanted to scream to Regina that Rebekah was still her family, that by doing this she'd truly be alone forever. But his lips felt as though they were glued shut, no noise able to seep through. He looked over to Rebekah only to feel his heart drop when he saw she was no longer running beside him and Grace. She was gone, completely vanished. "Mama!" Grace cried out.

"Run!" His wife's voice became an echo.

No. Not again! They would not be separated again! Jefferson craned his neck to look behind him only to feel himself falling to the ground. Grace let out a shriek of a scream. His eyes searched for her but only saw the dark sky.

"You didn't think you actually bested me, did you, Hatter?" Cora stood over him.

"No!" He yelled as Grace was moved to stand next to Cora, a scar visible on his daughter's neck identical to his own. She looked lost, no life in her eyes. Just staring down at him on the floor.

"Papa, it seems as though you've lost your head," his Grace said in a flat tone.

He blinked in confusion. Jefferson felt panic fill him when he tried to touch the scar on his neck, only to feel no movement. He couldn't feel anything below his neck. "You're my puppet once again, Hatter," Regina said. Jefferson watched as she used her magic to move his headless body around as if he were indeed a puppet. "You'll do as I say."

"Jefferson, please. Don't do this." He suddenly heard Rebekah begging. His eyes moved in the direction of where her voice was coming from. She was looking at him with pleading eyes, holding one hand out to protect herself while her other shielded her stomach. "Not all Mills women are evil, Jefferson! Please!"

He watched in horror as his headless body went after Rebekah, hands moving to wrap around her neck.

"Please!" Rebekah choked out, tears falling as the life slowly drained from her face. "I'm...not like...them!"

He didn't listen. "No!" Jefferson screamed, not able to stop his actions.

She fell to the ground in a thud. Regina and Cora cackled.

"No!"

Jefferson woke up in a gasp, hands shaking as they grasped at air. It had just been a dream, a nightmare -- it wasn't real. His panic, however, didn't leave him. His eyes widened, breathing rapidly while searching the dark room for this wife, but finding her spot next to him on the bed empty. No, no no. His nightmare was starting to feel like it was becoming a reality. Bex wasn't asleep at his side. She was gone. It was Regina-- she finally came for her revenge. He jumped out of bed, running out of his bedroom and down the stairs to search for his wife.

She was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs, a worried look on her face. "Jefferson?" Her soft voice caused his body to relax, hearing Rebekah's voice. As she walked towards him, he could see the look of confusion on her face even in the dark. "What happened? I heard you shout."

Jefferson pulled Rebekah against his chest, burying his face in her hair. He needed to make sure she was real, that his nightmare hadn't come true -- that he wasn't the reason she was dead. No, she was alive. Rebekah was alive and safe in his arms. "What are you doing down here?" Jefferson asked, still holding her tightly.

Rebekah's hands ran up and down his back, letting him hold her as tightly as he needed. "Can't sleep," she told him in a murmur, sounding equally as tired as he felt. "It seems that our son prefers me awake during the night." As tired as she sounded, Rebekah still managed to chuckle. Jefferson let Rebekah out of his arms, his hand moving to her bump. He wished that they could trade places, that their son was keeping him up at night instead of Rebekah. He remembered the nights back in the Enchanted Forest where Rebekah would toss and turn all night while pregnant with Grace. How he'd draw her a bath to try and help her relax. That always seemed to help.

"Bath?" He asked.

Rebekah smiled softly, pressing her hand to his cheek. "You're too good to me, Jefferson."

Together, they walked up the stairs to their shared bathroom. Jefferson turned on the water, testing to make sure it was the perfect heat. It had been much harder to draw Rebekah a bath back in the Enchanted Forest having to go down to the hot springs to fetch warm water. In Storybrooke, it only took seconds for water to heat up. A luxury of this world. Yet, he'd trade it all to return home. The cars, phones, electricity -- he'd give them all up to go back home. The house they stood in was a mirror image to the one he and Rebekah had in the Enchanted Forest, a replica. It had been Regina's way to taunt him, to have to see what he lost. This wasn't his true home. No, that home was waiting for Jefferson and his family back in the Enchanted Forest.

"Join me?" Rebekah asked. Jefferson looked over his shoulder to see her undressing and felt his heart swell with love and pride when his eyes drifted to her growing belly. The same thing had happened while she was pregnant with Grace. He had hardly kept his hands to himself during that pregnancy, too proud of what they had done, what they had created.

Jefferson watched as Rebekah sunk into the tub, waiting for him to join her. He did, sinking in the tub behind her, his arms wrapping around her middle as he pulled her against his chest. Rebekah sighed, letting the back of her head fall against his shoulder.

"Do you want to talk about the nightmare?"

Jefferson simply tightened his hold on her.

"We're safe, Jefferson," Rebekah tried to assure him. "You made sure of that." He closed his eyes tight, feeling sick to his stomach. "If it weren't for what you and Snow did, Cora would have killed me." Rebekah placed her hands on top of his, moving them to rest on her bump. "Us."

"Regina," he started to say but Rebekah simply shushed him.

"Let me worry about Regina," she told him.

But how could he? How could he let her clean up the mess he made? Jefferson sighed, leaning into Rebekah. He loved her so much, the thought of losing her made him feel like his soul was being shredded. "How's Snow?" He asked, trying to push away his feelings.

Rebekah sighed. "Still not returning my calls," she told him. "David says she hasn't left her bed at all." His guilt continued to build up -- he and Snow had made the choice to light the candle, to say the name -- after what they had done, Snow was riddled with grief and guilt. Yet, all Jefferson could feel was fear. He didn't feel guilt or sorrow for killing Cora. He was glad she was dead. But now his family had a target on their backs and he was terrified.

"Has anyone seen Regina?" He asked next, afraid of the answer.

"No," Rebekah's fingers traced patterns on his arm, "I don't see her staying away long." That's what he was afraid of. "Something has changed in her...even before the curse broke. That ice heart was starting to be chipped away at by Henry, melting. I can see now that she truly loves him. She won't stay away from him long."

Jefferson contemplated that, if what Rebekah said was true -- if Regina did truly love Henry-- nothing would keep her away from him. That, however, didn't mean she would forgive them for her mother's death.

"I'm planning to visit Snow after I drop Grace off at school," Rebekah told Jefferson. "Come with me?"

He sighed. "I'm probably the last person Snow wants to see. Well, maybe not the last." Regina was probably the last person Snow wanted to see.

"Come with me anyway?" Rebekah asked sweetly.

How could he say no? As long as they were together, they were safe.

"Of course." He kissed the top of her head.

X

Placing a single rose on top of her mother's casket, Regina let her tears fall freely. Her chest ached, a tightness forming as she thought of the look on her mother's face before she died. It wasn't fair -- they didn't get enough time together. Her happiness was yet again snatched away from her before she could even relish in it. Cora was dead, her mother was gone forever and Regina felt utterly alone. She stood in the Mills family crypt by herself, mourning her mother, their lost relationship and what could have been.

"Black always was your color," a voice said, startling Regina while she cried.

She stiffened, seeing Gold entering the crypt. Her tear-filled eyes narrowed into a glare. "I'm here to bury my mother," Regina said, voice raspy from the sobs that escaped her after her mother died. "So, if you've come to gloat..."

Gold held up a red rose. "I came to pay my respects," he said, surprising her. Regina watched as he stepped closer to the casket, resting his rose on top of the one she had already laid down. "We had our differences, but Cora will always have a place in my heart."

Regina scoffed at his words. Liar, she wanted to scream. "You killed her to save your own life," she reminded him.

"Sadly, desperate times call for desperate measures," came Gold's reply. It was a lame excuse.

"Like getting Mary-Margaret and Jefferson to trick me into killing my own mother?" She shook her head in anger. "You may be able to hide behind your dagger but they can't." Regina stared at Gold for a long moment before saying, "They are going to die for what they did."

Gold rolled his eyes. "Oh, come now," he said, not taking her threats seriously. He walked forward, moving to stand next to Regina. "We both know that by killing them, it'll cost you the thing you want most; Henry," he said. "Not to mention the agony it would put your sister through."

"Good." Regina glared. "She deserves to lose him, to have her world torn apart."

Gold shook his head. "I don't believe you mean that," he said and sighed. "Why don't you just give up on this obsession with vengeance? You know it can never make you happy."

He was wrong. "Yes, it will."

"You had a whole curse worth of vengeance and what did it get you?" Gold asked. "A gaping hole in your heart."

"That was your curse," Regina told him.

"Which you cast," he shot back. "Still haven't learned your lesson, have you?"

"What lesson?" Regina snapped at him.

"The same one your mother learned a long time ago. You can't have everything," he stressed. "She wanted power, ripped out her own heart to get it. You want vengeance? Henry's the price you'll pay." Regina looked away from Gold, not wanting to listen to him further. "Time to cut your losses."

She shook her head. No, she wouldn't. They had killed her mother and they deserved to be punished. "Never." Gold sighed at her words. "I will have my son. And I will have my vengeance." She swore it. "I will find a way to have everything." Henry would forgive her eventually; he'd see that she was in the right by killing Snow and Jefferson -- that they were the monsters in this story. Not her.

Henry would forgive her.

He had to.

X

Rebekah could tell Jefferson was nervous to be out in the open. He gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove, eyes moving in every direction. She had half the nerve to tell him to pull over so that she could drive. "Sweetheart, relax," Rebekah told him softly, moving her hand to rest on his bouncing knee as they pulled up to Snow's apartment building.

Jefferson inhaled sharply through his nose, nodding. They had just dropped off Grace, her father nearly not letting her out of the car when they pulled up to the school. It was clear he didn't want Grace to go, to be away from them. Grace however refused to stay home, telling her parents that she wanted to see her friends from school. Let her go, Jefferson, Rebekah had told him. She's safe.

She was safe. Rebekah made sure of that. Grace wore an amulet of protection that would alert Rebekah if her daughter was in trouble -- something Jefferson knew about but failed to have faith in.

Her magic was still new to him; she understood that. That didn't stop her from wishing that Jefferson understood that she was an even match for Regina now and that Rebekah would use her magic to keep them safe.

She watched as Jefferson closed his eyes while they sat in the car. This would be hard for him, seeing Snow after what they had done, especially in the near catatonic state she was in. Guilt ate away at Snow but didn't she understand? Both she and Jefferson saved her life. Cora would have killed Rebekah without second thought. She nearly had. It wasn't just her that they saved; they saved her unborn child as well. Her little boy. William.

Rebekah waited, waited for her mother's death to hit her -- to feel some form of grief. It hadn't come. A part of her wondered if it ever would. No, she thought. Grief won't come. Cora had never been a mother to her, not in the slightest.

"Jefferson?" She said her husband's name softly. He looked over at her, dark shadows under his eyes from lack of sleep. She frowned, her hand reaching out to touch his face. "You saved us," she told him. "You saved our boy." His features softened, eyes closing while leaning into her touch. "I know you're scared, but you don't have to be. We're safe."

"Are we?" He asked, opening his eyes. "Regina is not going to let this go,"

"I know." Rebekah agreed. "But it won't be like before." She tried to assure him. "I have magic, Emma has magic -- not to mention Gold. If she tries anything, we'll stop her."

"Stop her..." Jefferson looked Rebekah in her eyes, "--or kill her? Because it seems like that's our only option -- the only way to keep us safe."

Kill Regina?

She had imagined it many times while locked away as her prisoner, but now? Regina had changed -- Henry had changed her. Could she do that to Henry? Take away his mother?

"That's not an option," Rebekah told Jefferson as she dropped her hand from his face.

"Bex."

"Not an option." She stressed each word. Cora was one thing, but Rebekah wasn't going to let anything happen to Regina for Henry's sake.

She got out of the car, leaving her husband. She understood why Jefferson wanted Regina dead; her sister had done horrible things to their family, in his mind, unforgivable things. But unless Regina attacked first, Rebekah would not fight her.

She walked up the stairs to Emma and Snow's apartment, stopping when she saw Gold already standing at the door.

"Rebekah," he said when he noticed her. "Good, you've saved me a trip."

"What are you doing here?" Rebekah asked, walking over to where he stood.

The door to Snow's apartment opened with David standing on the other side. Only seeing Gold, he instantly went to shut it. "Get out!" He ordered.

Rebekah didn't blame him. It was Gold who had convinced Snow and Jefferson to use the candle.

"I think you're going to want to hear what I have to say," Gold told David and then Rebekah. "All of you."

She looked over her shoulder, seeing Jefferson standing behind her. He moved to her side, his hand grabbing hers. Together, they moved to stand next to Gold. David gave her a sad smile when he saw her, opening the door for her and Jefferson to come inside. When Gold moved to take a step inside, David gave him a stern look, letting him know he was not welcome.

"What are you talking about?" Emma asked Gold.

"Regina. She's planning to strike against your mother." Gold then looked to Rebekah and Jefferson. "And you as well." His eyes stayed on Jefferson.

Rebekah looked up at Jefferson, seeing the panic in his eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, to try and reassure her husband that he would be safe, but Henry spoke before she could.

"What is she going to do to them?" Henry asked, his tone worried

"Well, she didn't say," Gold told Henry.

"No," David shook his head. "You don't get to come in here and just drop a bomb like that. You're going to figure this out and you're going to help us."

"And why should I?" Gold questioned David.

"Because, aside from us being family now, Mary-Margaret and Jefferson saved your life. Now you owe them a debt. And you always pay your debts, don't you?"

"He'll help us," Rebekah said, finally speaking up. Gold raised his brow at her words. "You wouldn't have come to warn us if you didn't care."

Gold looked at Rebekah for a long moment as if he were contemplating her words. He then looked back to David. "I suggest we go to the Mills family crypt. It's where Cora kept her belongings and where Regina is keeping her body. I'm sure we'll find something there that will help us."

David and Gold left together leaving Emma, Snow, Henry, Rebekah and Jefferson alone in the apartment. As soon as they were gone, Jefferson pulled Rebekah away from the others to speak privately.

He opened his mouth to speak but Rebekah stopped him. "If you say I told you, I'm gonna be pissed." Jefferson's lips twitched up in amusement, though Rebekah could still see the worry in his eyes. She frowned, wishing she could take away his panic. She gently took his face in her hands, "We'll figure it out," Rebekah promised him.

His hands moved to wrap around her wrists, pulling her hands from his face. "How are you so sure?" Jefferson kept a hold of her wrists, thumb rubbing against her skin. "We were wrong before."

Before.

When they had run from Regina back in the Enchanted Forest. Finding a safe haven (or so they thought) and tired to live peacefully, foolishly thinking Regina couldn't get to them. She had. They had thought they were safe in their home, protected -- that had been a lie. Regina led them to believe they could live happily ever after without her getting revenge. They had suffered the consequences of that.

"Back then, we were defenseless," Rebekah reminded Jefferson. "I hadn't tapped into my magic. I didn't even know I had any...but I do now." She watched as her husband frowned. "I know that you're scared of losing me again. I'm just as afraid of losing you. But I'm choosing to believe in myself, in my power, in Emma and Gold. We can stop anything that Regina has coming our way and we will survive."

"Bex," Jefferson sighed.

"Please have faith in me, Jefferson."

He frowned, pulling her into his arms. "Of course I have faith in you," he whispered softly, kissing the top of her head. "I just wish I hadn't been the reason we're in this situation."

It took twenty-minutes for Gold and David to return, the two men walking into the apartment with grim expressions.

"There were a few items missing from Cora's belongings, more importantly -- spell ingredients," Gold told them. "Chimera blood and vipers eye."

The two ingredients stuck out to Rebekah, Gold's eyes on her as she racked her mind to remember what they had been used for. It was for a curse -- but which one?

"It's for the Curse of the Empty-Hearted," Gold said.

Oh. "Are you positive?" She asked Gold, who nodded his head.

"What the hell does it do?" Emma asked next.

"In theory, it has the power to make someone love you."

"Doesn't that break magic laws?" Emma said, confused. "You can't bring someone back to life -- you can't force someone to love you." She listed off the rules.

"But with this spell, you can make someone think they love you," Rebekah explained.

"Correct." Gold said. "And if you're as desperate for love as Regina appears to be, you might just believe it."

"She's gonna use it on me, isn't she?" Henry asked as he walked down the stairs to join them. Emma had sent him upstairs so they all could talk, but they should have known he'd be listening.

David walked over to Henry. "Hey buddy, why don't you go back upstairs?" He suggested, "Let us handle this."

"No!" Henry pushed past his grandfather. "Emma, you said you were gonna be honest with me! Why is Regina using this curse?"

Emma looked overwhelmed, unsure of what to say to her son. Thankfully, Gold stepped forward and answered for her. "Because it's the only way she can get everything she wants, that she can get you."

"But...if all she wants is me..."

Gold stopped Henry from speaking further. "Your mother is a complicated woman. She wants your love, of course. But she also wants vengeance on Mary-Margaret and Jefferson."

Rebekah closed her eyes. As grateful as she was that Jefferson and Mary-Margaret had saved her and William, all this talk of Regina and her vengeance made her feel sick. She had tried to stay brave during this all, but after hearing what curse Regina was planning to use, she was finally feeling the panic her husband had been feeling.

"How does the curse give her both?" David asked, looking to where Snow laid in her bed.

"Because the last ingredient she needs to enact the curse is the heart of the person she hates most," Rebekah said, feeling her chest tighten in fear. No. She wouldn't let Regina close enough to Jefferson to get his heart -- or Snow's.

"You have to stop her!" Emma looked at Gold.

Gold shook his head. "No, I don't have to do anything," he stated. "On the contrary, I believe warning you fulfills my debt."

"Are you joking?" Rebekah asked in disgust. Jefferson placed his hand on her shoulder, stopping her from going after Gold.

David shook his head in anger. "You are not even close! This is my wife's life we're talking about."

"Not to mention your grandson's!" Emma added.

"And my husband," Rebekah said in an angry tone, causing Gold to look at her. "Remember me? Your daughter?"

"Oh, you want to be my daughter now?" Gold said in amusement. "Wars have costs," he told her.

She could puke, she was so angry with him.

"Really nice, Gold," Emma glared.

Gold looked away from Rebekah and to Emma. "Well, this is a blood feud, Dearie," he said. "One that goes back a very, very long time. The only way you can end a blood feud is by the spilling of more blood," he told them. "That is the only way I know to eliminate your Regina problem."

"By what? Killing her?" David asked in disbelief.

Gold wanted Regina dead, too. Rebekah didn't dare look at Jefferson. Killing Regina before she could kill him had been his panicked idea, but if Gold was on board with the idea — what was to stop him from teaming up with him again?

"Is there no other option?" Emma asked.

"I'm afraid not."

"Stop!" Henry shouted. "Listen to yourselves! You're talking about killing my mom! You used to be heroes. What happened to you?"

They were all silent, unsure of what to say. Henry shook his head and ran for the door, leaving the apartment with Emma following after him. "No matter how this plays out," Emma said as she left, "we need to keep him as far away from it as possible."

"She's right," Gold said as the door slammed shut. "Cora was dangerous because she didn't have a heart -- Regina's even more dangerous because she does."

"A broken heart," Rebekah said quietly.

"A broken heart will lead one to do things you'd never imagine possible," Gold looked at her. "Trust me on that."

x

When Emma had called, Neal had been ecstatic -- a chance to spend more time with his son. She filled him in on what was happening; how Regina was wanting to get revenge on Emma's mother, along with Rebekah's husband.

Rebekah. His sister.

After his mother had left them, Neal had wished his father would re-marry, not because he wanted to replace his mother -- only so that it wouldn't just be the two of them forever. He wanted something for his Papa, someone to love him. He wanted siblings, a brother or sister to grow up with. A family that would never abandon them like his mother had.

He had a sister now, only, she seemed hesitant to getting to know him.

Henry on the other hand, was happy to have Neal in his life.

"Why did you bring me here?" Neal heard his son say as the door to Granny's diner opened. "I don't want to talk to you."

Emma hadn't been kidding. The kid was pissed.

"You don't have to." Emma ushered Henry to the booth Neal sat in.

"Hey buddy." He smiled wide at his son. "Saved you a seat."

Emma left the two of them, citing that she was getting a coffee. It was only then that Henry sat down.

"Here you go," Ruby said as she made her way to the booth, handing Neal his order. "One large sundae, extra everything."

"Thanks, Ruby," he said as he pushed the sundae in front of Henry.

Henry gave him a skeptical look. "Extra everything?"

"What?" Neal said innocently.

"You think I don't know a bribe when I see one? My Aunt Bex is the queen of trying to bribe me with ice cream." He pushed the sundae away.

Neal chuckled. "I guess that's a family trait," he said.

Henry gave into a smile, nodding his head. "So what do you want?" He asked Neal after a moment.

"Well," he folded his hands together. "Your mom told me about what's been going on and we," he made sure to stress the word, "--think that Storybrooke might not be the safest place for you right now." Neal had agreed with Emma when she called him with the idea, not wanting his son in any danger. "So, I was thinking --- why don't we go to New York?"

"New York?" Henry's brows rose in surprise.

"Well," Neal began, "Regina can't cast that curse if you're in New York. There's no magic there."

"Somebody should find a way to get rid of magic here," Henry countered back. "My mom wouldn't be able to cast the curse. My family wouldn't want to kill her. It'd solve everything!"

Henry had a point. "Yeah, you're righ,." Neal agreed. "But until then, why don't you come with me?"

Henry looked to his dad for a long moment before nodding his head. "Okay," he agreed. Neal grinned happily, glad his son was agreeing. "Can I use the bathroom first?" He asked.

"Of course!" Neal said.

Henry left, leaving Neal alone in the booth. And Emma had said this would be hard! He was killing it at this parenting thing!

"How'd it go?" Emma asked as she walked up to the booth.

"We're good. He said yes." Neal said with a grin, as he put on his scarf.

"Seriously?" Emma said back, surprised.

"Yeah." Neal chuckled slightly. "He's in the bathroom right now. We're going to go home and pack, and not bad for day three as a dad if I do say so myself." He tooted his own horn.

Emma didn't look impressed. "Where's his backpack?" She asked Neal.

His backpack? "Uh, I don't know. He took it with him."

"To the bathroom?" Emma's eyes widened, "Did you really fall for that? He's your son!"

Oh.

Oh crap.

"He's running." Neal shook his head and got out of the booth, both he and Emma running out of the diner together to find their son.

Emma pulled out her phone, calling someone. "Bex," she said his sister's name, causing Neal to look over at her. "It didn't work. Henry's running." Emma nodded her head, listening to what Rebekah was saying on the other line. "Okay, okay." She stopped running, causing Neal to fall back as well. "You're right. I'll go get her. Bring David, too."

"What's the plan?" Neal asked when Emma hung up.

"We're going to get Ruby," she told him. "Bex, Jefferson, and David are on their way now to help."

"Where the hell is he even running to?" Neal asked.

Emma shook her head, not knowing the answer. "We've just got to get to him before Regina does."

x

"She showed up?" Rebekah said quietly into the phone, a few paces away from David, Ruby, and Neal as they searched the underground tunnels.

"You're surprised?" Gold replied.

"No." She sighed. "Just...grateful that you were there to stop her." Maybe this pregnancy was making her soft when it came to Rumpelstiltskin. God knows he didn't deserve her kindness or thanks. It was the least he could do -- protect Snow.

"Well...I did," he said, clearing his throat. "Any news?"

"Still searching in the tunnels. Ruby caught his scent," Rebekah told Gold.

"What kind of an eleven year old kid runs away to the mines?" Neal asked loudly.

"Wouldn't be the first time," Emma replied.

"How's Bae?" Gold asked, clearly hearing his son.

Rebekah looked over to where Neal was walking ahead of them, when she had showed up he had smiled at her. It felt familiar. The kind of smile Regina used to give her when she was just a child and would wake up in the morning, walking into her older sister's room. "Good morning, Rebekah!" Regina would smile so lovingly that the memory caused Rebekah's heart to ache. Now Neal, or Baelfire, looked at her that way and it was almost too much for Rebekah to take.

"Fine," she answered. "I'm about to lose signal," Rebekah lied. "I'll message when we find him."

"You okay?" Jefferson asked when she hung up.

She nodded, reaching for his hand to hold.

He took her hand in his own and gave it a kiss as they continued to walk further into the tunnels.

"I think I found what he was looking for," David said suddenly, running forward. Rebekah's eyes widened when she saw what he ran to. "Dynamite the dwarves used for blasting."

"What the hell would he want dynamite for?" Emma asked.

Neal sighed. "To get rid of magic."

"Wait, what?" Both Emma and Rebekah said together.

"At the diner, he said someone should get rid of magic," Neal said, looking at Rebekah.

"And he's what? Gonna blow it up?" Jefferson asked, only to receive a glare from Emma.

"Where would he even go to do that?" Neal asked.

Rebekah shook her head, knowing exactly where Henry was headed. "The same place Gold brought magic to Storybrooke in the first place."

"We need to get to him!" Emma said in a scared tone.

"I can get to him the fastest," Rebekah said, knowing the only way she could get to Henry in time would be to use her magic. She looked to Jefferson. "Stay with David and Ruby."

Jefferson started to shake his head, telling her no.

"I can't bring us all. But I can take Emma and Neal."

"Bex," Jefferson tried to argue.

"I'm not going to let Henry blow himself up because he wants to get rid of magic!" She shouted. "He doesn't know what he's doing...he's scared. Henry is trying to save his mother from getting killed by the only way he thinks he can! I'm going now!" She told her husband. Jefferson frowned, she hoped he knew that her anger wasn't towards him but the situation they found themselves in. She'd talk to him later, but for now, Rebekah needed to get to Henry. She moved to stand in between Neal and Emma, holding out her hands for them to hold onto.

"Have you ever done this before?" Neal asked as both he and Emma took her hand.

No.

Rebekah didn't answer. She simply closed her eyes and concentrated on her magic, envisioning the well, thinking of Henry, letting her magic guide her to him.

x

"Henry," Regina said softly, raising her hands in surrender as she walked up to her son. He held a lit match in his hand, a stack of dynamite sitting on the edge of the well. "What are you doing?" She walked forward. When the stranger had called her, telling her that Henry was in the woods by himself, Regina knew something was wrong. Never in her mind did she expect to find him as she did now. Did he have a death wish?

Henry held up the stack of dynamite. "I'm getting rid of magic!" He yelled. "It's ruining everything -- and you can't stop me!"

"All that's going to do is get you killed." She tried to get him to see reason.

"You just say that because you need magic! So that you can cast that curse on me!" He moved to light the wick of the dynamite. Regina frowned, using her magic to get rid of the dynamite before Henry could light it.

She watched as his face fell as he dropped the match in defeat.

"I can't lose you, Henry," Regina said, walking towards her son. "You mean too much to me."

"Then don't cast the curse! Don't kill Mary-Margaret or Jefferson!" Henry tried to urge his mother.

Regina felt tears fill her eyes. This is why she needed to cast the curse. Because without it, Henry would never forgive her. "Henry, they have to pay."

"The curse...it won't make me love you for real. It'll be fake!"

"But it will be something," Regina said. "I know it's hard for you to understand right now, but you'll see...we can be happy." She gently took his chin between her fingers. "We can have everything."

Henry pulled away from her touch. "Not like this."

"Regina!" Emma's voice caused Regina to look over her shoulder to see Emma, Rebekah and Neal standing behind her now, the essence of magic thick in the air. She wondered which one of them used their powers to get here. "Get away from my son!"

"He's not yours, he's mine!" Regina said, moving to stand in front of Henry. "And after I cast this," she held up a spell. "You'll never see him again."

"That's never going to happen, Regina." Rebekah spoke up. "If you go after my husband or Snow, you're going to have to go through us."

Regina simply smiled at Rebekah, accepting her challenge. Her younger sister may have powers now, but Regina would always be stronger. "Okay," she said, before a fireball appeared in her hand.

Before she could throw it at her sister, Henry jumped in the way, screaming for them to stop.

"Henry!" Neal shouted, trying to get to his son only to have Emma pull him back. "Get out of the way!"

"Not until someone helps me destroy magic!" Henry shouted, keeping distance between Rebekah and Regina.

"There's no way to get rid of it. You can't just blow it up!" Regina told Henry.

"Magic isn't the problem, Henry," Emma said. "It's her. It has always been her!"

"It's not just her!" Henry argued. "It's everyone!" He tried to make them see. "Look what magic did to Mary-Margaret...to Jefferson." He then looked to Regina. "Look at what it did to you! You are about to kill your own sister. Magic is ruining everything!" Henry shook his head. "It makes good people do terrible things," he said, looking at them all.

"And bad people," Emma tried to reach for Henry.

He instead walked over to Regina. "Please," he begged her. "It's going to destroy my family. Help me get rid of it."

"I can't do that, Henry," Regina told him, eyes full of tears when Henry's face crumpled in sadness. "But there is something I can do," She looked at the spell she held in her hand, her mother's handwriting on the paper. Regina closed her eyes before she let it drop into the ball of fire she held in her hand. She closed her palm and the fire disappeared.

"Thank you," Henry whispered.

Her son stepped away from her, and into Emma's arms.

"You did the right thing, Regina," Rebekah told her sister.

She glared at her. "How can you so easily forgive him?" Regina asked Rebekah, talking about Jefferson. "He killed our mother!"

Rebekah shook her head. "She was never my mother, Regina." She stepped forward. "The only mother I ever had in my life...was you." Rebekah frowned. "And I lost you long before Jefferson came into the picture."

No. That wasn't the truth. "He's the reason you lost me." Regina told Rebekah. "Daniel."

"Cora killed Daniel," Rebekah stressed. "Jefferson tricking you into thinking you could resurrect him was wrong but...Cora was Daniel's murderer."

She blinked back tears. Rebekah moved forward, stepping into Regina's space. "Please, Regina...if you can so easily forgive mother for all she did...can't you forgive Jefferson?"

Regina shook her head. "Mother didn't have her heart when she did all those things." She reminded Rebekah. "Jefferson does. What does that say about him?" She glared through her tears. "He has darkness in his heart. Always has."

Rebekah looked like Regina's words had slapped her across the face, pain clear in her eyes. Regina looked away from her sister and disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke.

Someday Rebekah would see that the real monster in this story was Jefferson, not her.