I want to give a huge shout out and thank you to my beta mendokayalways. This chapter was seriously rough but she worked some magic and made it amazing. Hope anyone who reads enjoys.

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Chapter 6

"Alright, all the heroes are gone. You can come out now."

A person stepped into the room from the shadows, stalking towards the cell. "Is it irony that the Dark One was hiding in the shadows?"

The man in question was now standing directly in front of the bars separating them.

"Oh, how rude of me. I should stand," she said, pushing off her bunk, "After all you did come to visit me."

The man glared at her while she wore an irritating smile.

"Your first mistake was taking my son," he said, matter-of-factly.

"Did I do that?" the girl asked, cocking her head to the side in an innocent manner.

"I am only going to ask once. Where is Gideon?"

"Gideon. Gideon? Gideon?" she muttered with a perplexed look on her face. Her eyes darted across the room as if she could find him in the air. "Nope. Not ringing any bells. Get it? Belle and bells?" she chuckled and whispered to herself, "I crack myself up."

Looking back at Rumplestiltskin, she asked, "What was my second mistake?"

"Standing to greet your visitor."

He reached between the bars to plunge his hand into the girl's chest. As soon as he made contact, a force blew him back and threw him into the desk behind him.

"Silly Dark One. You really don't pay attention, do you?"

"How did you…?" he breathed as he picked himself up.

"I didn't. I'm impervious to magic, dark or otherwise. No magic of any kind has any affect on me," she stated, sounding rather bored. "You'd have better luck using that knife that you're so fond of."

"I don't need magic to get what I want out of you."

"I don't know," she mocked as she pressed herself up against the bars, "You seem a little out of practice. You sure you don't want any tips on torture, suggestions on stabbing, quotes on killing?"

The darkness built up inside the man with each word she spoke. His dagger appeared in his hand.

"What was it you just said? That I would have more luck with my dagger? Well dearie, I think your luck just ran out."

With a wave of his hand, he opened the cell. Holding up his dagger, he pushed the girl up against the bars separating the cells holding the dagger to her throat. "I will ask you this once again. Where is my son?"

The girl was silent. Rumple looked into the girl's eyes. Before he could react, a loud "Rumple don't!" echoed through the small space. Belle hurried towards her husband. The girl rolled her eyes despite the imminent danger she was facing, "Ah, Beauty has come to save her Beast yet again. How adorable."

"Belle go home."

"Not unless you come with me."

"I will meet you there once I find Gideon."

Belle placed a hand on her Rumple's shoulder, making him look at her. "When will you understand that this is not the way? Darkness is not the answer. If you do this, you will lose your son again."

Rumple was silent for a moment. Just looking at his wife before he dropped his hand, the dagger disappearing from it. Then he felt something, he felt magic. There was a lot of it around him and it was in the cell.

"Hate to agree with the little librarian but you won't find your son like this. I'm sure one little act of darkness wouldn't hurt though."

Rumple turned back to the girl, "What are you hiding?"

The girls' eyes shifted, her body grew tense, and there was the slightest twitch of the corner of her mouth. Before she could deny anything Rumple located the source of magic. A strong cloaking spell on her pocket. A wave of his hand and he held what she was concealing. A cell phone and a folded piece of paper. A look of sheer panic passed over the girls face before it was replaced by fury. Before she could think to act Rumple had him and his wife out of the cell, making the girl its prisoner again. The girl threw herself towards the couple, reaching out for her belongings. The Dark One toyed with her holding them just out of reach.

"Well what do we have here?"

"That's my personal property. Give it back or so help me Dark One, you will never see your son again," she threatened.

Rumple ignored her and turned the phone on. "Well I think the Sheriff will find these very helpful."

With that, he grabbed his wife hand and turned to walk out of the sheriff station, leaving the girl in her cell screaming after them.

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Swan-Jones house

"Now we have one kidnapper but still no kids," said Emma, frustrated.

"She said she wasn't a villain. Maybe we have the wrong person?" suggested Snow.

"She knows where the kids are and she won't tell us; we definitely have the right person. What's bothering me is that she keeps talking about a truth and a lesson."

"No one can learn the lesson until we all accept the truth," muttered David.

"And what exactly is this truth that everyone but me gets?"

"The truth of who she is. I mean, don't you see it Emma?"

"See what? Who the hell is she?"

"Our daughter. She's our daughter," said Killian, heavily.

"What?" Emma gaped at him.

"Emma…" interjected Snow, trying to calm the mounting tension.

"Wait. So, all of you are in silent agreement that this teenage girl is my daughter?"

No one said anything. Emma gasped and shook her head at the ridiculous notion, "If she were my kid, which she is not, then why didn't she come to us for help? Why did she take her uncle? Why is she referring to us as sheriff, princess, shepherd–?"

"Because she's rejecting her family," Rumple interrupted her.

Everyone turned to see Rumple and Belle enter.

"You aren't welcome in this house crocodile."

"Please hear what Rumple has to say," pleaded Belle. "We just came from the sheriff's station and–"

"What?" Killian growled. David put a hand on his shoulder holding him in his place.

"Don't worry. Your feisty daughter is still safe in her cage. I just came to hand over some evidence," Rumple said, holding up a folded piece of paper and a phone.

"Evidence for what? That this girl is my daughter? How could she–? Why would she–? This isn't making any sense," Emma pressed her forehead into her palms.

"Same reasons that Zelena wanted to go back," Rumple spat. "You apparently have done something to piss her off and she came back in time to punish all of us. Oh, and she doesn't plan on going back."

"What?"

"She was trying to get Rumple to kill her," Belle admitted, sadly.

"Seeing as this is the only way to get my son back I suggest you take my evidence and deal with your daughter. Before your family destroys mine," Rumple spat viciously before poofing himself and Belle away.

Emma looked down at the phone and the paper that Rumple had left and then wordlessly turned to go upstairs.

"She just needs some time," Snow sighed.

"We don't know if we have time," Regina countered.

While the others talked, Killian opened the paper note. He stared at it for a moment then folded it back up and picked up the phone. He took the items upstairs to his wife. He found her in their room sitting on the edge of their bed.

"Tell me you don't really believe this?" Emma said, softly.

Killian didn't answer her. Instead he placed the items on the bed next to her, went to the closet, and pulled out a chest. He found what he was looking for and showed it to Emma. In his hands was a familiar cloak.

Emma's eyebrows scrunched together, "Killian, why do you have her cape?"

He knelt in front of her and held up the fabric.

"This is the cloak I gained while being a Dark One. The exact cloak that she was wearing is at the station."

"Okay, that's just a coincidence. A crazy coincidence."

"The song she was singing was the one my mother sang to Liam and me as children."

Before Emma could say anything else, Killian unfolded the piece of paper and handed it to her.

"The paper that the crocodile found is a childish drawing of a family. A father with a hook for a hand, a mother with blonde hair and wearing a red jacket, standing with their daughter holding her little brothers hand in front of a ship that resembles the Jolly Roger."

Emma shut her eyes and shook her head. "She has my eyes," he continued, almost breathlessly, "and your blonde hair. She has your mother's chin. You have seen and done impossible things love, why is this so hard for you to believe?" He pointed towards the crude drawing of their future, "Is this not what you want?"

"No," Emma opened her eyes. "That's not it, Killian. Having a family with you is everything I could possibly want."

"Then what is it love? Why is it so hard for you to believe she is our daughter?"

"Because!" shouted Emma. "Because if she is our daughter then this means I failed her. And if this picture is supposed to be of us and our kids then I didn't just fail her, I failed her little brother too. Think about it. We did something so wrong that not only is she rejecting her entire family but she came back in time steal all the children in Storybrooke to teach us a lesson. All of this means that the future we made for her is so fucked up she'd rather die than go back."

Killian's heart twisted into knots at Emma's outburst, "I know Emma. This is upsetting me too. Maybe we made mistakes in her future but we can at least help her now. Give her her best chance now."

Emma's tearful eyes stared at him for a long time before she finally nodded.

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