I looked around , scouring for a story like this and came up with nothing. So you know what? Screw it I'm making my own! There is no way I am waiting for someone else to make one. That would take far to long. So now you can enjoy (or not) this story that apparently hasn't ever been thought of.
Disclaimer: Now honestly Dearie, do you think I would be stuck here writing if I OWNED O.U.A.T.? I thought not.
Neal held the box in front of him, pointing it towards the grating of above the hold of Hook's ship. Breathing deeply he slowly pressed the deep red button which would release his father. He was relieved that all of this mess was over with and that Peter Pan, his newly found grandfather, was unable to follow the Jolly Roger back to Storybrooke. Having Henry back was an amazing feeling and he knew he was going to get to know his son better and maybe get his Swan back.
The Charming's, Hook, Regina, and Emma gathered to watch the red mist seep out of the small cube. Slowly, a humanoid shape started to form from the mist and eventually the red faded leaving a worn Rumpelstiltskin in its place. The Dark One blinked owlishly in the harsh light. "Bae", he whispered in disbelief.
"Papa." Neal smiled faintly at his father, but frowned slightly as his father started to glance around in worry.
"Where's Henry?"
"He's safe. He's safe." Neal was having difficulty staying calm for him.
"I told you I wasn't going to hurt the boy." Rumpelstiltskin turned to his son with sad eyes.
"I know."
"I'm sorry."
"Why didn't you tell me Pan was your father? " He watched as his papa flinched as if hit, reminding him of the days when his father was just a crippled spinner, not the dark sorcerer that he had become.
"Because I didn't want you to know that I was as bad a father as he was. Because we're both the same, me and him, because we both abandoned our sons."
"No, you're not the same."
"You came back for me, papa."
The wave of power that surged from Pandora's Box was blinding. The explosion of raw magic was unexpected, taking everyone off of their feet. The last thing that Neal remembered was his papa being flung against the rail of the ship with a sickening crunch.
A/N: Yes I realize it is rather short but you know what, this is a prologue. If you are confused with anything during this story, by all means send me a P.M. and I will explain it either in a message or in the next chapter if possible. Things will really start to pick up within the next few chapters. Bye now, Dearies.