How I think the final scene of OUAT should go.
“We need all the help we can get on this.” Emma paced the mansion’s kitchen, her arms crossed as her eyebrows came together in concentration.
Regina walked in, determination set in her own features as she approached.
“Miss Swan, calm yourself. We have handled far more difficult situations than this.” She took the cup of tea Belle handed her, the woman trying to keep the other two calm in case tempers should flare.
“I guess you’re right. Combined, we’ve always managed to beat anything. We can get through this. We should have used the loft though, we have more supplies there. We’re going to need them for this.” She took her tea as well and smiled kindly at Belle.
“But we need the room here. This is more than the apartment can handle and the children can play upstairs. We’ll need them close but out of the way.” Regina said reasonably, leading them to the dining room that was cleared for their use.
“True.” She breathed out. “Okay. We’ll be able to do this.” She finished just as the doorbell rang. Emma craned her neck and saw through the glass. “It’s my mother.”
Regina instantly rolled her eyes.
“This is all her fault. As always.” She muttered, crossing her arms as she leaned back against the table.
“She didn’t think it through at the time.” Emma defended, pulling the door open to reveal a guilty looking Mart Margaret, one arm loaded with supplies, the other extended down with a child’s hand in her own.
“Hello.” She said sheepishly and Regina narrowed her eyes.
Regina’s hard look instantly broke and a smile appeared as she knelt to meet the running child in a hug.
Mary Margaret smiled at Emma, having known bringing the little child could get her off the hook for this latest transgression, leading them all on this new mission.
“The guys are right behind me.” Mary Margaret stepped inside to set the heavy load in her arms down and Emma moved to greet the truck pulling in to help.
“Tea?” Belle chimed in, realizing it would take quite an amount to hold all three women at bay.
“Yes please.” Mary Margaret nodded before turning back to Regina.
“Alright, why don’t you go upstairs? I sent Roland up with some new games you two should try and let us know if they’re fun.” Regina smiled at the excitement shown to her before the child turned and ran up the steps.
“No running in the house!” Mary Margaret yelled fruitlessly and shook her head as she took a seat. It was going to be a long day and she knew she might as well get comfortable.
“You know this is all your fault.” Regina said quietly as others started filing in.
“It’ll be okay. We can get through this and when we do, I’ll make it up to everyone.” Mary Margaret said sincerely. Regina sighed and looked up as voiced were heard by the front door.
In a single file line, David, followed by Henry, Emma, Robin and Killian, all stepped into the house, arms filled and looks of determination set in their features. They were ready. The look of heroes never once defeated.
Rumple strolled in after, his arms empty and a shrug as his only response before he immediately went in search of Belle.
“Lay what you can on the table, leave the rest on the floor.” Regina instructed as she stood at the head. Henry placed his stuff down and came up next to her, Emma doing the same and coming up to his other side, the three of them looking down at the table.
As the men finished laying everything out, they surrounded the table. Everyone looked around, showing their readiness. Henry made eye contact with each person at the table. He smiled as he laid the paper in his hands, the one assigned by his grandmother, down between the piles of construction paper and poster boards before them.
“’Operation Family Tree’ is a go.”