Hello my darlings! This is my first story on this website;however, it is not my first time writing! I hope to be able to entertain you with my tales! Feel free to critique and comment on each chapter. I hope to have quite a few chapters.

Neal finds his way back from death. Rumpelstiltskin found a loop hole- as he always does- and bought back his son's soul (you'll find that out later). Now, Baelifire has returned to StoryBrooke to become reunited with his family: Emma and their son Henry. When he finally finds her, she sits with the notorious Captain Hook, their lips locked together in a fiery kiss.

Heart racing, blood pounding and chest heaving, he was alive. Neal clutched his shirt, clawing at the skin underneath which concealed the organ responsible for his current predicament. How was this possible, why was he alive? Pupils expanded with sudden life, scanning their surroundings for a source of humanity. Had Emma brought him back, was she strong enough to do such a thing? Slowly, Neal rotated to his right side and, with the help of his right arm, slid his feet beneath his newly awakened body. Expecting to see tombstones or signs of a burial sight seemed to be farfetched as he stood beneath oak trees which drooled on him from an afternoon sprinkle. Town was not far from here. It was but a five minute walk.

The stroll allowed Baelifire to think back and reflect on what could have happened. His father would have given anything for his son-his life perhaps. Magic had always been a scapegoat for Rumple and was the obvious reason that Neal was standing, walking and living. In secret, the man found himself praying that his father had not given his life for his son. If he had, Neal would surely regret ever having a grudge against him as well as calling him a coward.

Happiness seemed to be the tone of the evening. Laughter and cheering was heard from Granny's Diner and you could tell that some of the dwarfs had been drinking. Joyfully, they greeted him without a second thought-too intoxicated to realize the severity of the situation. Neal couldn't help but chuckle at their stumbled movements and mumbling as they grunted and giggled at one another. It wasn't until his eyes found Emma that Neal stopped cracking up.

How he had seen her was not what he had planned. In his mind, she would have rushed to him after sitting alone, crying over his death; however, that wasn't Emma. Grieving in public was not on her to-do list and clearly was not an option in the present. She could not have known he was there, her eyes closed, back slightly turned to him and her lips locked with those of a pirate. Notorious Killian Jones had his hand entangled in her wavy blonde curls, his face focused in success-for he had won her over- and his hook gently snared on her elbow, holding her where she was.

The kiss was not what had thrown Neal for a spin, it was that she was kissing him back.

The two sucked at each others faces until one came up to breath-Emma. A smile briefly spread across her face until a realization that they were not along crawled into her mind. The blonde shot a look towards her undead lover, a puzzled and sorrowful look enveloping her features.

"Neal?" Her voice was quiet, puzzled and mournful. "Is that you, how are you..?"

She was unable to make the sentence come to a conclusion before she arose from her seat and made her way towards him. Neal found himself perfectly still while her hand cupped his cheek, reassuring herself that he was in fact real. Movement to the left was picked up as Hook stood from his seat, watching Emma for a while before glancing to Neal's eyes which were watching the shady pirate.

"I thought you were gone, you died in my arms," she paused, "how are you here?"

"I don't know, I woke up in the forest. Where is my father?"

Emma paused and turned to sneak a peek at Jones-who now looked down at his hand which stroked the silver hook.

"I-I think he's at a wedding..."

The response from the mother of his child surely shocked him. His father, Rumpelstiltskin, was getting married. To Belle, he presumed. She would make a good wife;however, he had trouble accepting that his father could happily be with someone once more. The life with Milah had torn his father apart. All Rumple had wanted was to return home to his wife instead of dying in the war. Neal's mother, Milah, horridly went with Captain Killian Jones-her true love. The same woman-thief had just been kissing Emma-taking her heart for one of his collection.

"I see that you two have become friends."

Neal soon realized that his tone was not the best to shoot at Emma the moment he came back from the dead. Looking back to Emma, he found that she was at a loss for words. Her mouth hung open slowly and her eyes began to blink rapidly.

"Mate, I didn't mean to-"

"Yes you did."

Silence took over the scene as Neal and Hook entangled one another in a stare. It may have continued if Emma didn't speak next,

"Well, I think I'll go check on Henry."

After she abandoned the two men, Neal stalked towards Jones, giving him a slight glare.

"I just died. Emma was vulnerable and you swooped in to save her, right?"

Hook seemed tongue-tied as he looked away from Neal. Guilt was written over his face. Baelifire new that he shouldn't be angry with the pirate, he was happy with Emma and she with him. If he hadn't come back, they surely would have become a couple as well as a family for Henry. Moreover, he knew that Emma would not have allowed the pirate in after Neal died if she hadn't wanted him. She would not have allowed the kiss to take place if she had not desired it.

"Well, don't think I won't fight for her, Killian. She has always been my girl, not yours."

"Let the best man win, I suppose."

His response shocked Neal, leaving him speechless as he walked away from the pirate, on his way to find his father and his new spouse, Belle.