A/N: Writer's block hit me for my other two stories and this happened. It's completed, but I'm going to post a chapter a day. That way I can read over each part and make any corrections and such. It does have an OC just look out for that. Um, let me know what you think, that'd be greatly appreciated.

He looked at his former home with a sense of nostalgia, this was the place where he'd taken his first steps, spoke his first words and the place where he'd witnessed his adoptive mother be murdered by his biological mother. Taking in a deep breath he stepped forward only to be stopped by an invisible force.

He sighed as he felt the invisible barrier around his childhood home. Placing a hand on it he muttered something before stepping through the barrier and continuing down the walk way. He smiled as he watched his brunette mother step onto the front porch glaring at him as he continued to walk closer.

"You must have a death wish dear." Henry smirked as he continued walking until he reached the porch looking at the woman before him. He felt tears well in his eyes as she looked at him waiting for him to say something, to explain who he was and why and how he'd crossed her barrier. Saying nothing he pulled her into a tight embraced.

"You're alive," He breathed closing his eyes as he held her tighter. He inhaled catching her familiar scent that he'd grown up with, apples and cinnamon. "You're still alive." He said on an exhale as she just stood there stiff in his embrace completely confused as to why this young man was so concerned with her well being.

It was a minute later when he pulled away looking at his brunette mother who was thoroughly confused by his actions. "Who," She looked up at him closely before continuing. "Who are you?" His eyes seemed so familiar, his presence was familiar to her, and it was non-threatening.

"You know who I am, I may be only thirteen years older, but you know who I am, mom." Henry watched amused as she looked at him her eyes widening with shock as she looked him up and down. This was not her little boy, but a grown man, a grown man from the future.

"H-henry, what's—what is going on?" Regina stammered as he wiped at his eyes.

"Ma she fuc—uh, messed up Mom. She changed the timeline." Henry explained reminding himself that this was his mom and he probably shouldn't curse around her, she wasn't used to that yet.

"What do you mean?" Regina asked again as he looked around momentarily.

"We should go inside, this is…this is not pleasant." Henry said as she nodded and turned to walk inside. She asked him if he wanted anything to drink and he asked for a cup of black coffee making her raise a brow but nodded anyways before turning to go into the kitchen.

Henry sat on couch putting his head into his hands on a deep sigh, how was he going to tell her that she would be murdered in a little under forty-eight hours? How could he explain that Hook turns Emma's heart dark? That he turns the love she has for Regina into pure hatred? How could he even begin to tell his brunette mother that in the proper timeline she is married to Emma with two other children? How could he tell her these things?

"Here Henry," Looking up he gave a small smile taking the cup of coffee.

"Emma's going to kill you." He blurted out just as Regina sat across from him. That was one way to start.

"I beg your pardon?" Henry gave a slight chuckle at his mother's reaction. Only she would be able to keep her proper composure.

"Something happened, I don't know what, but he'll turn her heart dark. He corrupts her in the worst way and he somehow gets her to murder you." Henry swallowed putting his coffee on a coaster. "I don't know what exactly happens, because my correct memories and the new ones keep making it hard to decipher what is real and what isn't."

"Henry I don't understand." Regina took a deep breath trying to process all that her son was telling her. "Who turns Emma's heart dark?"

"Hook, Killian Jones, the pirate." Henry explained realizing he must not have said his name.

"In the correct timeline, you are happily married and my sisters are the most annoying and adorable seven year olds, and they are gone now, you are gone, and I have all this anger and hatred for Emma that is from her killing you. It's hard because here you are, safe but I know, after seeing Grandpa Rumple that Emma fuc—messed up, she did something in the past that messed everything up. She goes dark and I have these memories of watching you die and—" His hands started to shake as he tried to continue but as the memories hit him his magic started to shake the house and his hands caught on fire.

Regina looked at this older version of her son completely in shock. He was using magic, well at this moment he was losing control of his magic, but it was plain to see that he knew how to control it. She felt her heart breaking as he began shake violently from trying not to cry. Regina stood up and sat next to him pulling her son to her and started singing a lullaby she would sing to him as a baby.

It was nearly five minutes later that Henry began to gain control and the fire in his hands dissipated. "I'm so sorry mom, I haven't lost control in a very long time, I just, it is just so—"

"It's alright sweetheart, you have a lot going on, a lot to process." Regina soothed as he looked up at and gave her a teary smile.

"Thank you, but I have to fix this. You can't die, and I would like to see Nana and Fi's smiling faces again. Ma messed up, and I just have to get her away from Hook and fix everything." Henry breathed as Regina focused on the fact that he'd just said their names, her daughters that Henry had said she had.

"Did I adopt them, the girls I mean, Nana and Fi?" Regina asked as Henry looked at her and blinked, he hadn't even thought about how she would take all of this in. He was from a future timeline, a timeline that was now severely messed up, but he was just telling her all of this information and not thinking about how it could be affecting her. At least he hadn't said who she was married to, that would severely complicate things at the moment.

"I'm so sorry mom. I wasn't even thinking I'm just unloading all of this onto you."

"I will process it… eventually but I want to know about my daughters."

"You um, didn't adopt. You guys were thinking about it before you were actually married, but um, you gave birth to them." Regina looked at him a puzzled expression on her features.

"I-I gave birth, to two healthy twin girls?" Henry nodded allowing her to process the information. "That's not possible—"

"I know mom, you told me why. You were pregnant and you did give birth to Nana and Fi." Henry assured her as she stared at him.

"I-I told you the w-whole story?" Regina stammered as Henry nodded.

"I was 17 when you found out that you were pregnant, you finally told me your story, all of it. You felt I was mature enough to handle it finally. But mom, you know better than anyone else that True Love is a very powerful thing and you and m—your significant other have the strongest love of anyone. You two can overcome anything, which is why I don't understand what happened." Henry explained as Regina looked at him.

"You don't mean Robin and I—we're that—"

"Mom, I have to fix this, I'm going to fix this. You can't die. I won't let you die." Henry grabbed her hands and squeezed them tightly reassuring her. "I will protect you." It was such a weird feeling to see her son acting as the protector.

"Ok, how are you going to do that Henry?"

"Well let's get dinner at the diner, you need to show everyone that you are not affected by Marian being here. That you are still the fierce woman everyone knows you to be." Henry said as she smiled at him and he stood up offering her his hand.

"I um, dinner sounds nice, but what about people seeing you?"

"Oh, right, um, let's just say I'm Danny Miller, I was formerly a blacksmith son, and I took over for Sydney when he well, lost touch with reality." Henry breathed as Regina looked up at her son. He was so tall, at least six feet, his face showing signs of not having shaved in a few days. Gone was the chubbiness of adolescence and here stood a man with a strong jaw line and shaggy hair that should be cut to a shorter length, but she wouldn't say anything about it.

"I see you are rather comfortable with lying." Regina pointed out turning to leave the room to get her jacket from the hallway.

"I've become comfortable with a lot of things mom." Henry breathed sadly as Regina looked at him putting on her coat.

"What is that supposed to mean Henry?"

"Nothing that I want to talk about, I'm still sorting through memories of what I have done since your murder." Henry swallowed opening the door as Regina just looked at him but didn't say anything more on the topic as she walked by him.