Author's Note: Sorry about the time between updates. Latin is time consuming and I get way too many ideas swirling around in my head. It makes it hard to concentrate. Anyways, thanks to everyone who reads and reviews! The reveiws really make my day and motivate me to keep writing (hint hint wink wink). I hope you enjoy!

"Oh look, they sent an army," Bae heard Pan state. "How quaint."

"Don't kill them!" Bae ordered angrily. Seriously, did this teen have no respect for life?

"We should leave," his son said. "I have the feeling we're going to run into trouble if we don't." Bae frowned. He had the same feeling.

"You two can both be cowards for all I care," Pan told them. "The Lost Boys and I are taking this army down." Before anyone could argue, the teen ran off to fight the army.

"Why is fighting bad again?" Emma questioned. Bae couldn't blame her; now looked like the perfect time to strike. But it just felt off, and his son obviously had the same feeling.

"It won't go well at all," the boy informed them. "In fact, we should get out of here right now. Whatever is going to happen, it's going to happen soon." The rest of the group looked around at each other, trying to determine if they should agree.

"I guess we can always try again later," Emma finally agreed, wanting to stay true to her son and husband. After that everyone seemed to agree. Besides, seeing how well Pan was doing in the battle they reasoned that victory would be won whether they helped or not.

"We can teleport everyone back to our kingdom, right?" Henry asked, looking to his dad.

"I've teleported before," Emma stated, "but I don't think I could teleport this huge group back to my castle all on my own."

"That's why we're here," Henry informed her, a big grin on his face. He held out his hands and his parents grasped them, forming a circle of three. "Just think of where you want to go," he instructed them. Three sorcerers closed their eyes, and then the glade by the small hut Henry had called home for so long was cleared of all people. Henry was finally home. He only wished his mom and grandpa could be here too.

He woke with a start, sitting up instantly when he realized that he could. He was in a wooden room, and it only took him a second to realize that the slight swaying wasn't all in his head. The room actually was swaying. That meant he was still on the ship. He set his feet on the ground and forced himself up, clutching to the wall in an effort to keep as much weight as possible off his right leg. He staggered to the door and was quite surprised to find it unlocked. Maybe they were going to try and convince him they were good or something. Well, he was not about to fall for that.

He was sweating and exhausted by the time he had worked his way down the hallway. Just then he heard voices above deck. "… see if he's awake," he caught the last part of a sentence. He quickly slipped into the shadows as the door leading to the deck opened. Someone made their way down the stairs, and then turned their head in his direction. He was not about to become a prisoner again so he lunged forward, knocking the person over with him. He pinned the lady to the floor and raised his hand in preparation to deliver a blow that would leave her unconscious.

"Regina?" he questioned in shock when he finally recognized his friend. He slipped off her instantly, moving to a sitting position on the floor. "Sorry," he told her sheepishly as she pulled herself up into a sitting position as well.

"That's the last time I come to check on you when you're hurt," she muttered back, still looking a bit disgruntled from being knocked over.

"I really am sorry, but we have a problem," he informed her, keeping his voice low as he moved over to the wall so he could stand. She rose to her feet and moved to help him up. "We're on a pirate ship," he told her right before he came to his feet. He winced slightly when his bad leg touched the ground and leaned on Regina for support.

"Well, yes, but it is Snow White and King Charming's pirate ship," Regina told him with a frown on her face.

"Oh, is that what they told you," he asked. "Well, they're lying."

"Okay, but I thought you teleported us here," Regina said, looking confused.

"Well, I did, but I wasn't very specific with my instructions. I was really just trying to get everyone out of there; I wasn't as concerned about where we ended up."

"Alright," Regina said as they started for the stairs. "So, how do you know these aren't the good pirates again?" she questioned.

"I know these pirates," he informed her. "Believe me, they'd sell their own families for a gold doubloon or a chance at adventure." Regina didn't miss the bitterness in his voice, but she decided not to comment.

"So, what's the plan?" she asked instead.

"We're going to take down these pirates and make sure they never hurt anyone ever again."

Belle surveyed the deck of the pirate ship and sighed to herself. She was getting the thing that she'd wanted her whole life: adventure. But it just didn't seem right, not after she betrayed Rumpelstiltskin so badly. She knows she ought to do the brave thing and talk to him right when he wakes up, but she already knew she wasn't going to. She needed for time to process what she had done. She couldn't bear to see him just yet. And therefore she resolved to stay away from him, just until she can figure out how to explain everything to him. She wasn't proud of her decision, but she was probably going to follow it anyways. Recent experiences have shown her that she isn't the hero she wants to be. It will take her a while to do the brave thing.

"They just don't seem evil to me," Regina told him as the two stood in the doorway, watching the pirate crew go around providing food and medical care to the former slaves and prisoners. He scowled.

"I'm telling you, they are," he defended. "I know them personally. They can't be trusted."

"Are you sure you aren't just letting your bias get in the way?" she questioned. He looked at her, a frown creasing his face as he thought back on everything he knew about the pirates in charge.

"Yes," he responded. "If you'd been there, I think you'd agree." He needed her to agree, actually. He needed her support. He couldn't function without someone to back him up. "Besides, all we have to do is capture them," he added. Regina looked at him for a moment before finally nodding her head.

"Alright," she agreed. "I'll go rally the wizards," she told him. He nodded, watching as she went to complete her task. Soon they would defeat the pirates. He knew they would. And then, they would move on to defeating the magical being that wanted to wipe him off of the face of the planet. They could do this. One step at a time. Soon, Regina signaled him. It was time to ensure one evil could no longer wreak havoc on the world, and he was all too happy to do it. Killian and Milah Jones were finally going to be imprisoned like they should have been years ago, and he couldn't be happier.

"So, this is where you and Mom sleep," Henry asked, looking around the ginormous room. It had books and figurines and basically anything anyone could ever want. "And you're going to let me sleep with you?" The bed certainly had enough room for three people. A bed. It was going to be so much nicer than a mat on the floor. But then his dad started laughing.

"No buddy, this is all yours," he said. Henry gaped at him in shock. His mom chuckled at him.

"All of this?" he asked. His parents nodded and excitement started to fill him. That is until he remembered his other mom and grandpa. He sighed sadly. "I just wish our whole family could be here," he revealed.

"Hey, I know people who might be able to help find them," his dad informed him. Henry perked up and looked at him. "They're pirates who help out our kingdom, and they're really good at helping us find people."

"Great!" Henry exclaimed. "Let's go talk to them now!" And then he was out the door, his parents following.

"He's energetic," Emma told Bae.

"Yeah. I just hope Mom and Dad can find Papa and Henry's other mom," Bae said. He had no idea just how easy this would actually be.

"What's the meaning of this?" Killian asked, glaring angrily at the mages who just secured the ship fairly easily. Rumpelstiltskin had been watching from afar, but now he came forward.

"Sorry, but we're not fond of letting pirates run free," he said.

"Rum, we can explain…" Milah tried. He snorted.

"What, you're the ship that helps Queen Snow's kingdom?" he asked her. "How stupid do you think I am?"

"No, it's true mate," Killian tried to argue.

"I am not your mate," he snarled back in anger. Killian shrunk back slightly, obviously shocked at his new non-submissive attitude. "Do you wish to duel me now, Killian?" he taunted. Regina gave him a look that said he might be going too far and he listened, backing off a bit. Nothing good ever came from him letting his anger rule his actions. "I won't let you continue to terrorize people, so therefore we've captured you. Try anything and you will regret it."

"Rum, please…" Milah tried.

"You lost your right to call me that years ago," he told her icily. She shrunk back.

"Mom!" he suddenly heard a familiar voice yell. He whipped around to see Henry hugging Regina.

"Henry?" she asked in shock hugging her boy back. All thoughts of Killian and Milah instantly left his mind as he walked over to his family, enveloping the both of them in a hug that didn't come anywhere close to reaching all the way around them since his arms were too short.

"Grandpa," Henry greeted, leaning into his embrace. Finally everything felt right.

"Papa?" He froze, turning to see Bae standing there off to the side. This was the moment he'd dreamed of for so long, but he'd never expected it to actually come true.

"Bae?" he asked uncertainly. His boy was now royalty after all and he was but a lowly slave. And besides that, he'd left. He'd abandoned Bae like his father had abandoned him and like Milah had abandoned them both. Maybe Bae was mad. Maybe he didn't want anything to do with his father. Maybe… All doubts left him the instant his boy pulled him into a hug. Now, now everything felt perfect. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he clutched his boy close for the first time in years. But naturally the universe had to ruin this moment.

"Bae!" Milah called out. Anger seized him and he was about to turn on her and tell her not to talk to the boy she left for no reason all those years ago when Bae spoke up.

"Mom? Why are you…?" Bae's eyes came back to his own. Rumpelstiltskin frowned, confused.

"She's a pirate," he felt like he had to explain. To his surprise Bae actually started laughing. His frown deepened and Killian and Milah both looked annoyed.

"Oh come one, you have to admit that you had it coming," Bae told his mom as she glared at him.

"Yes lad, we had it coming," Killian admitted. "Now tell your father to let us go."

"Don't order my son about like that," he snapped angrily. Bae laid a hand on his arm.

"Relax Papa," he urged gently. "It's alright. They've changed." He blinked, looking his son in the eye. Changed? Milah and her pirate lover changed? That didn't seem possible.

"But Bae, she left us," he said, gesturing in the direction of his ex-wife. "And that pirate almost killed me." Bae frowned a little, looking at Killian now.

"I wasn't actually going to harm him," the man muttered.

"We're going to have to talk about that later," Bae said before turning back to his papa. "But look Papa. I know that they've both made mistakes and wronged you, but they have really changed now. They actually raised me after you disappeared and…"

"They what?" he interrupted in shock. His son had been raised by his irresponsible ex and her pirate boyfriend. This just didn't seem right.

"They raised me," Bae repeated calmly. "Mom was sorry for leaving the way she did, but she'd found true love and she didn't want to give it up. She knows she didn't go about it the best way, but she's sorry for it now. I don't expect you to forgive her right away or anything. I'm just asking you to let the pirates go."

"You're sure they've changed?" he asked.

"I'd bet my life on it," Bae let him know. He sighed in resignation. He trusted Bae and his judgment.

"Let the pirates go," he told the other wizards on board. They did just that, and all the pirates sighed in relief.

"Thanks Papa," Bae said. It's obvious his boy knew just how hard that was for him. "Now why don't we find rooms for all of you in the castle and later we can talk about all the stuff that's been going on." He wanted to argue and say that he'd much rather talk about everything right now, but he had people to consider. He glanced around at all the mages and Belle with the group of non-magical people she'd been with and realized they were all awaiting his orders.

"Some of us need to see a doctor," he revealed, his own pain reminding him that others will be hurt too. "And all of us could probably use some good food." He had seen the pirates passing stuff out, but more couldn't hurt. Bae nodded.

"We'll get food to everyone and have everyone go to the infirmary. After that we can assign people rooms." He nodded in agreement.

"Sounds perfect," he agreed. And then there was suddenly no pressing matters or happy reunions to occupy him and the world started spinning around him. Regina caught him before he could fall to the ground.

"Papa?" Bae questioned worriedly as Regina gently lowered him to the ground. And then the world was rapidly fading from view again, and the last thing he saw was Henry, Regina, and Bae leaning over him, worry on their faces. If he was going to make a habit of fainting, he hoped he got to see his family each time. His family was together at last, and he couldn't help but be happy, even as consciousness slipped away.

He opened his eyes to see that he was in what appeared to be a simple white room. Merlin was standing there too, but this time it was different. This time Merlin was staring right at him. "My my, you do like to get yourself in trouble, don't you?"

"You can see me?" he questioned, stunned. Merlin chuckled.

"This is a memory that I made to be interactive with my decedents," he supplied.

"For what purpose?" he asked, confused. "I mean, any information you wanted to give could have just been relayed through your other memories."

"Yes, but anyone with enough power could see those other memories. Only my decedent can see this."

"Why me? I mean, my son and grandson both seem like better choices than myself, and if your excuse is that I'm older than I have a father."

"You took the magic," Merlin explained. "You took back my magic from the man you traded places with, and when you did so you opened up the floodgate of stored memories. The others can see them too, but because you took back the family magic you are the one who can see the memories better. Now, as for your descendants being better than you, that's not true. We're going to have to work on your self-esteem."

"So, why did you come to me now, like this?" he asked in confusion.

"There is an orb, a blue orb. You need to find it." Merlin urged.

"Why?"

"It corrupts all who look in it." Merlin informed him. He felt his blood go cold at the very thought of such a magical object.

"Won't it corrupt me then?" he asked worriedly. After all, the last thing he wants is to become corrupted.

"It didn't corrupt me. It should be unable to corrupt my descendants as well." Merlin guessed. He nodded, deciding to trust the old magician, for even if this was just an interactive memory, he knew the sorcerer's wisdom was still here.

"How do I find it?" he questioned.

"Find someone good becoming corrupt," Merlin told him as if it were obvious.

"But what do I do about the evil sorceress? How do I defeat her?" he asked desperately, sensing the vison was coming to an end and wanting to know how to beat this evil.

"How am I supposed to know?" Merlin asked him. "She captured me and had me striped of my magic and killed. I don't think you want my advice on this one."

"What am I supposed to do?" he asked as Merlin started to get fuzzy, fading from view.

"Work on that self-esteem of yours," the wizard told him. And then he was gone.

She strode across the battlefield, relishing in the death of all the children that lay strewn across the ground. The children she had killed. The teen who'd been in charge moved, pulling himself up to his feet with a groan. She smirked as he turned to face her, gathering his feeble magic to him. Okay, so it was powerful by most standards. That didn't mean it wasn't feeble to her. He shot a spell at her and she deflected it contemptuously, reveling in the shocked expression on the face of the descendant of Merlin.

"Leaving your son was rather clever," she told him, merely blocking his continued attempts at attacks. The eclipse had ended a while ago and it no longer restrained her, thankfully. "I lost track of the line with you. But now that doesn't matter. I know who all of you are, and you'll all die."

"Peter Pan never fails!" he shouted back at her. It was slightly amusing, actually.

"I made the mistake of not killing your son when I had the chance," she informed him as she started choking him to death. He gasped and sputtered, trying in vain to draw in precious air. "I won't make that same mistake again." She watched as the lifeless body crumpled to the ground. One down, three to go. And once that was done, no one would be able to stand against her. No one.