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Never Say Neverland

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Emma had her back to Regina as she considered what the woman had just said. She was looking out over the Neverland terrain when the sound of people moving through the brush sent her hand to the sword on her hip, prepared to defend their little camp from Lost Ones.

However, Lost Ones didn’t stumble through the last barrier of undergrowth. Instead Snow was a step ahead of David. Her green gaze swept the clearing and she froze upon seeing Regina with the magic map in her hands in mid-movement.


Emma had never heard Snow’s voice scream in quite that way. It was rage, and fear, and horror all embodied in the three syllables.

efore Emma could speak or act, Snow sprung across the clearing. David pulled his sword. Regina stood and turned. Snow slammed into her body. Too many hands obscured the map from Emma’s view. Regina gave an indignant protest. Snow gave another enraged scream.


The sound echoed in an abrupt silence. Both dark-haired women fell back a step, each staring mouth agape at her jagged piece of the magical map.

"What have you done?" Regina’s voice broke the silence and filled with agony it broke Emma from her trance.

In Regina’s waving hand Emma saw the source of the older woman’s pain.

The map piece was blank, void of every clue she and Regina had just been poring over to find their son.

Emma staggered forward and gingerly took the piece from Regina’s shaking hands. The fact that the woman had not incinerated Snow where she stood would have been enough to convey her shock, but Emma saw the devastation and fear in caramel eyes before she spun on her mother.

Rage flowed through Emma when she truly digested that Snow was holding the other piece of the map.

"Emma!" Snow’s voice drove her into reaction.

She snatched the map piece from Snow’s hand with a growl, not caring that the woman flinched. David stepped forward. She glared at him.

"Get out! Get away from me, from us! We are searching for Henry while you continue to hold onto a fucking grudge.” Snow’s mouth worked without sound. Emma snarled, “Go!” She pointed behind them with her fist, the map parchments crumpling in her fist.

Her hand glowed and a flash of magic burst so suddenly between them that she had to throw her arm up and blink away the spots.

"Emma?" Snow pleaded. "You don’t…"

I gave her the map!”

"You can’t know—"

"Yes, I can know. You assumed — again — that I have no ability to make my own decisions. You broke faith, Mary Margaret. You have shown your distrust — not of Regina — but of me.”

Emma turned her back on her mother. After a moment where the only sounds were Emma’s harsh breathing and the parchments further crumpling in her fist, Emma blew out a breath. “Regina and I are going on from here. Alone.”

"Emma, listen to —" David interjected.

"No!" Emma cut off her father without looking at him. She snatched up her bedroll with her other hand and turned to Regina. "Let’s go," she said sharply. She didn’t wait around for Regina to respond, disappearing quickly down a path that led away from the clearing.