Authors note:Oh look she wrote another one! Yeah I was just bubbling with muse, so I decided why not bust out the next chapter. It's kind of a filler, but I do hope the beginning part is okay. I really wasn't sure how to make him react, and well you'll see. I hope you all like it, really I just hope you really like it haha. But anywhoo please read and review and let me

Chapter 6- Explanations

"I have to go after her" Neal said, trying to ignore the presence before him.

"Based on her reactions, son, she does not want to see you" Mr. Gold commented calmly.

"Damn it, why the hell did you have to come find me? And why send her?"

"I was unaware of any history you had with Miss Swan. Speaking of which, would you care to tell me how you know her?"

"She, and I. Just know that I love her, all right. Not that it's any of your business"

"And why would my son being in love, not be any of my business"

"I stopped being your son the moment you backed out of our deal you coward. You said you'd give up magic for me, but given the fact that this" he said as he thrust the cloak piece at him, "Hit me, it's obvious that you found some way to bring magic here"

"To find you Bae, all of this was to find you. I regretted my actions as soon as you left. I wanted to come with you. But the Blue fairy said there was no way, no way I could get to you" he said, "So I worked hard, I tried to find every single object that could possibly bring me to this place. But nothing worked, until I found a way to create the curse"

"You created the curse? It's because of you that I had to abandon Emma?!" he yelled, "You are responsible for making me lose the thing I loved most in this miserable existence?!"

"I'm so sorry son"

"I am NOT your son, my name is NOT Baelfire. I am Neal, Neal Cassady, and you need to tell me where Emma went, because I am not letting her go this time"

"It was obvious she wants nothing to do with you, and as I am sure you know. Miss Swan is a very stubborn woman"

"I don't care, I need her to understand that I did all of it because I loved her, and because I listened to that idiot August. I need her to at least forgive me, if nothing else"

"May I suggest that you let her cool off, she will not be letting you anywhere near her at the present moment"

"Aren't you going to go back to wherever the hell you are supposed to be?"

"Storybrooke, it's in Maine" Mr. Gold said, "We will be returning in the morning. It is your choice if you wish to follow us there, but given how desperately you seem to want to give her an explanation, I would recommend you doing just that. And with that, I leave you, but not without telling you that I am truly sorry son, and that I love you"

Mr. Gold began to make his way back towards the street to find a cab so that he too could return to the motel. But he understood, why Miss Swan had reacted the way that she had, it was obvious to him that Baelfire, Neal as he had named himself, was Henry's father, meaning that he was Henry's grandfather. A smile crept on his lips at the thought of that, he had a grandson.

Neal watched as that man, because he was not going to refer to him as his father, walked away and left him alone to think. Would he risk dealing with him on a daily basis just to explain to Emma? Neal knew the answer to that, and it was yes. He needed to get Emma to forgive him, he needed to hope that she still felt for him as he felt for her. Even after eleven years of being apart, he loved her, and he needed her in his life, no matter the consequences.

Back at the motel, Emma and Henry were settling into their room with food and watching television. Emma could tell that Henry was curious, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to open that can of worms. She knew she had to tell Henry the truth, he had seen Neal and he was a smart kid, he would make a connection somehow. Maybe not that Neal was his father, but that he was a past boyfriend of hers, and therefore she would have to explain. She was afraid though, afraid of his reaction, and of him wanting to go find Neal because they were in the city. When they finished up their dinner, they threw everything in the trash and Henry gave her a look, which meant that he was going to ask.

"All right kid, ask. I know you want to" Emma said with an affectionate smile.

"So he knew you, but from where?"

"When I got out of the foster system, I, and I am in no way condoning this, broke into a car" she admitted, "And he happened to be in it"

"Wait you broke into his car?" Henry asked.

"Well it turns out that it wasn't his car either, I stole a stolen car. That's horrible, please never do anything like that" she said.

"Of course not, but that's something you had in common with Grandma, she stole too"

"What?"

"It's in the book, before she met Gramps, she used to steal from my mom, while she was still on the run. So it's kind of in your genes"

"Oh god kid don't say that, because we don't want you doing stuff like that"

"I won't, but keep going"

"Well it was just so weird, and I had never met anyone like him, he was charming and he understood me like no one else did, and well we" she trailed off.

"Fell in love" Henry stated.

"Yeah I guess we did" she said

"And then what happened?"

"Well he had stolen some watches in Arizona, and they were looking for him. He left them in a locker in Portland, and o I told him I'd get the watches for him. Then we'd sell them and just disappear and get new identities" she trailed off, the memories hitting her like a bucket of ice water, "But he betrayed me, after I got the watches for him, he let me keep one. I was supposed to wait for him in a certain place, and he called in a tip, and the cops found me and they arrested me"

"Wait, he got you arrested?"

Emma could tell that he was putting it together, and she hoped that he wasn't going to hate her for lying to him. She just didn't want him knowing what his father had done, it was bad enough that he knew that he had been born in jail. But he didn't need to know that his father had been the one to put her in jail. But it was too late now, and she could see the realization in his eyes.

"He's my dad isn't he?"

Emma let out a sigh and nodded, "Yes. I didn't want you to know what he did to me. I didn't want you to know how he hurt me Henry. I wanted you to think that your father was a hero, not some petty thief"

"But why did you lie to me, why couldn't you just tell me the truth. I could have handled it"

"I know kid, but I was so afraid you would be disappointed, I wanted to give you at least one good parent. A parent that had done good things in his life, and I didn't want you to know that he was the reason I couldn't keep you"

"I had a feeling you were lying to me then, when you told me that story. I just didn't want to ask you about it because I had a feeling he was one of the reasons you had that wall up" he said, "That wall that you didn't let anyone go through"

"So you don't hate me?" Emma asked, relief coloring her voice.

"No of course not, you are my mom, I could never hate you" He said, "But no more lies, ever"

"Promise kid" she said as she pulled him into a hug, "I promise"