Enough with the fluff...I think its time for some action!

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Rumplestiltskin locked the doors of his pawn shop. The morning air was crisp and there was a slight breeze. He buttoned his coat and began to walk down the street. He enjoyed the skip in his step, and was rather pleased that he could leave that dreadful cane at home.

Belle had been sound asleep in her room when he had left that morning. He had stood in the doorframe for a few minutes, just watching her. He still couldn't get over the fact that she was alive, and still beautiful as ever. He wanted to make the Queen pay for the hurt she had caused his beloved, but he figured that he would let the townsfolk get their hands on her first. He knew that she would pay for her crimes, and he knew that he would eventually get his revenge.

Before he left he had written Belle a note, instructing her not to leave and telling her that he would be back soon. As much as he didn't want to have her out of his sight, he had business matters to attend to. He had set his message one her nightstand, along with a trinket to remind her of his love for her. He had kept the chipped teacup with him since the moment Regina had returned it to him, and parting with it had not been easy. But he felt that Belle needed to see it.

There were not very many people out and about, but anyone that he came near to seemed to shy away from him. They remembered who he was, and more importantly, what he was capable of. The thought pleased him. He enjoyed his power.

As he walked down the street, he spotted someone unfamiliar. The girl hopped on a motorcycle and zoomed away towards the direction of the woods. He stops and stared in her direction. He would have to look into the identity of this stranger, but not today. He had more important things to attend to.

He reached the apartment building that he had visited many times. He climbed the stairs and headed towards a familiar green door. He raised his fist to knock. He thought about just teleporting inside, but instead he just pounded on the door.

He heard the conversation die in the apartment. He heard feet walking across the floor. The locks on the door clicked, and it was swung open to reveal Snow White.

The last time he had seen her, as herself that is, she was standing in front of his prison, with her husband, asking for information about the Queen's curse. At that time, he had never seen the Princess so worried and fragile. And then he met Mary Margaret. That woman had been everything that Snow wasn't. She had been weak. The woman who stood before him now was, without a doubt, Snow White. Mary Margaret was gone. The fire had returned to Snow's emerald eyes, and her stance screamed authority and pride.

"Rumplestiltskin," she spat, her eyes narrowed.

"Your Highness," he said with a small bow.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I'm here to see Miss Swan."

Her eyes grew dark. She made a move to slam the door in his face, but he held up his palm, stopping her. He used magic to push the door all the way open, and he stepped around Snow.

"No need to make things difficult, dearie."

James and Henry were seated at the table. Henry froze in between bites of cereal, his spoon suspended in midair. James rose, glaring at Rumple.

"What business do you have here, imp?" he growled.

Rumplestiltskin clucked his tongue. "No need to be rude, Your Highness."

Just then Emma exited the bathroom. She stopped as soon as she saw Rumplestiltskin. Her eyes narrowed into slits.

"You," she whispered, her tone full of hate. Snow looked back and forth between Rumple and Emma, unsure of what was truly going on.

Emma advanced towards Rumple. He smiled.

"There is something we need to discuss, Miss Swan."

"GET OUT!" she suddenly roared, startling everyone else in the room. "You promised that you would help me save him, and you lied! You cheated me! He could have DIED because of YOU!"

She flew at Rumple, but James stopped her before she could reach him.

Rumplestiltskin wasn't even fazed. "If I remember correctly, Miss Swan, Henry didn't die." Emma glared at him.

Snow hadn't idea what Rumplestiltskin had to do with Henry almost dying, but she definitely wanted to know. She made a move to ask Emma, but was cut off.

"That is not the point."

"How about we stop pointing fingers and talk about something more important," he said.

"And what might that be?" she sarcastically asked.

"The fact that you owe me a favor and that I'm here to collect it."

"WHAT?" Snow shrieked. She had dealt with Rumple before, and she didn't trust him at all. He was manipulative, greedy, and selfish. Snow wanted nothing to do with him. More importantly, though, she wanted Emma to have nothing to do with him.

"You owe HIM a favor?" James asked, not wanting to believe what he was hearing.

Emma looked at both of her parents. They each wore expressions of horror.

"Yes, she does," Rumple inserted. He chuckled.

"Oh Emma," Snow whispered, shaking her head.

Emma turned to Rumple, her eyes still narrowed. "What do you want?"

"I would prefer it if we could speak in private Miss Swan."

"No." The voice was deep and full of hate. James was standing, his fingers pressed down on the table. His eyes were dark as he glared at Rumple.

"I'm afraid you don't really have a choice in the matter, Charming," Rumplestiltskin said.

James glared at Rumple. "Get out," he spat. Rumple wasn't phased.

"I'm not finished here."

They all stood in silence. Neither James nor Rumple was willing to back down.

Emma moved forward. "What do you want?" she asked again. "And whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of them," she said, gesturing towards her family. She leaned against the table. James stood next to her, his arms folded across his chest.

Rumplestiltskin smiled. "I have found, Miss Swan, that you have a knack for finding people. There is someone that I need found as soon as possible."

Emma raised her eyebrow. "That's your favor? Who do I need to find?"

"My son."

"You have a son?" Emma inquired, her tone full of shock.

"Yes. I lost him years ago. And now I want him back." Rumplestiltskin shoved his hands in his pockets.

Emma sighed. "I can see what I can do. What information do you have about him?"

Rumple shook his head. "All I know is that he is somewhere in this world."

Emma scoffed. "Well it will be pretty difficult to find him if I don't have anything to go off of. I need a name, an age, a birth date, anything. If you don't even have a sliver of information for me to use, then I can't help you."

Rumplestiltskin nodded. "I understand." He turned and headed towards the door. He paused, his hand resting on the doorknob. "Don't think I'm done with you Miss Swan. I still intend to collect my favor." With that, he left the apartment.

Everyone stood in silence, still trying to process the conversation that had just ended. Suddenly James rushed to the door and threw it open.

"James what are you doing?" Snow exclaimed, crossing the room to her husband, placing her hand on his arm.

"There are some things I need to sort out with him."

Snow shook her head. "No there isn't."

"Yes. There. Is." James tried to pull away but her grip on his arm tightened.

"James, you need to calm down. We need to talk about this before you go off and do something you will regret," she said. He shook his head and turned away from her. "Don't walk away from me," she snapped.

James twisted his arm out of her grip. "I'll be back soon." He slammed the door shut, leaving a stunned Snow behind. She clenched her teeth, angry that he didn't even attempt to listen to her. She stomped to the table and cleared the dishes. She took them to the sink and began to fiercely scrub them.

Emma sat next to Henry without a word.

James saw Rumplestiltskin enter his pawn shop. He ran up to the door, throwing it open. He stormed towards Rumple.

"Hey!"

Rumple turned to face James.

"What on earth do you need Charming?" he asked.

"The favor that Emma owes you," he started, just to be cut off by Rumple.

"That favor does not concern you." Rumple entered his office, only to be followed by James.

"Well it does now. And you are going to forget that Emma ever owed you anything."

Rumplestiltskin laughed. "That's not what I do. Miss Swan and I have an agreement, and I do not intend to settle for anything less."

"Then let me repay her favor," James said.

"I don't think that's going to work. Again, that's not what I do," Rumple stated as he glared at James.

"Please. I'm just trying to protect my child. I think you can understand that."

Rumplestiltskin sighed. "What would the benefits be from altering that deal?"

"I will give you anything. Just change the deal. You still get everything." James refused to break eye contact with Rumple. He would not back down.

"Fine," Rumple spat.

James smiled. "Thank you for your cooperation." With that he exited the pawn shop and headed home.

It wasn't a very long walk back to the apartment, and soon James found himself pushing the door open. He walked in, taking off his coat and hanging it next to the door.

Emma and Henry were sitting on the couch watching a movie. Emma looked up at him and gave him a little smile, which he returned.

"Emma," he said. "You don't need to worry about owing Rumple a favor anymore."

"Why not?" she asked, pausing the movie.

James shrugged. "I took care of it."

Emma gave him a questioning look as if she was unsure of why he would do such a thing. James smiled at her and placed a hand on her cheek. She slightly flinched at his touch, but returned his smile.

James rose. "Do you know where Snow is?"

"In her room."

James nodded. "Why don't you take Henry to go get some ice cream?" Emma stared at him for a moment, slightly confused. She shrugged and proceeded to take Henry to Granny's.

James stood in the living room for a moment, just thinking. He already knew that Snow was angry with him. They both had a temper, so he was positive that there would be an argument, that's why he had wanted Emma and Henry to leave. He took a deep breath and opened the door to their bedroom.

Snow was making the bed. She had a scowl on her face and he could tell that she was in no mood to talk with them.

"Hey."

She looked up and glared at him. Without a word she slipped past him into the kitchen. He followed her.

"I took care of everything," he said. "Emma doesn't owe him anything anymore."

"And how did you manage to do that, may I ask?" She grabbed a rag and began wiping the counters down.

"I just talked to him about it. He agreed that I could repay the favor instead." She paused, gripping the rag tightly in her hands. She threw it into the sink and turned to face him. She leaned against the counter, shooting him looks of disapproval.

"James, you can't make decisions like that without talking to me about it first."

"I was trying to protect our daughter Snow." James folded his arms across his chest and returned her glare.

"That isn't the point. The point is that you walked away from me like my opinion didn't matter. We do things together James! You do not get to make all the decisions!" Snow had stepped forward so that their faces were just inches apart. Her fingers were clenched into fists at her sides.

"I did what I had to do to protect our family!" James roared, inching closer to Snow.

"James you always do this to me! You try to act alone and you do what you think is best without even bothering to consult me! How do you think it makes me feel when you act like you don't even care about my opinions?"

"Snow, I promised to protect this family! I will do whatever it takes! I think I know what is best when it comes to that! I think of nothing but your safety!" Their faces were mere centimeters apart.

"You have such a disregard for everything! You don't think about the consequences of your actions! Rumplestiltskin is dangerous James, and yet you go after him yourself. What if something had happened to you? It's just like when you would go off hunting Regina without even telling me. I'm sick and tired of not being included in you decisions. I'm sick and tired of being pushed away when I'm just trying to help you!"

"I'm sorry that everything I do isn't good enough for you!" he yelled.

Snow reached out and slapped him across the face.

"Don't you DARE say that James! You know that is not true! Do not suggest that I don't appreciate you. Do not suggest that I don't LOVE you James because guess what? I do! I love you more than life itself. I am NOTHING without you James. You are my soul mate. I was lost without you James. I was broken. And now that we are together, I am whole again. I am proud to call you my husband, James."

Snow trembled as tears ran down her cheeks. James stood and stared at her, his eyes wet.

"Snow..." he started but she held her hand up, cutting him off.

"James I don't want to do this right now. I'm going out for some air. Please don't follow me." She exited the apartment, leaving James alone. He stood silently for a moment before he began to shake with sobs.

Emma and Henry sat by the ruins of their old castle. It was still fairly early in the morning, and neither of them had been in the mood for ice cream, despite James's suggestion. They had mindlessly walked around town before they had subconsciously arrived at their old meeting place.

Henry sat on a swing, swaying back and forth. He hadn't said much since they had left the apartment. Emma rose from her seat on a log and joined him.

She wondered what was occurring back home. She had a suspicion that her parents were fighting, yet it seemed unreal. She didn't know how she truly felt about them yet, but she knew that they were the most loving people she had ever met. She had never seen people so in love. The thought that they would be fighting was absurd. Yet she had seen the look on Snow's face after James left, and she knew that that woman had a temper. She wondered how long it would be until Henry and she could return home.

"Emma," Henry said, disrupting her thoughts.

"Yeah kid?"

"Are you happy?" he asked slowly.

Emma jerked her head up. "What do you mean?"

"You're reunited with your parents, yet you don't seem real happy about it."

Emma sighed. "Henry, it's going to take a while for me to adjust to this new life," she said, "but that doesn't mean that I'm unhappy. Besides, I have you. And that makes me happier than you could imagine."

Henry smiled. He reached out and grabbed her hand. "Ice cream sounds really good all of a sudden."

Emma chuckled, but continued to follow the kid back to town. As they strolled along the sidewalk, she spotted someone very familiar rushing into Granny's. She pulled Henry along and entered the diner, following the woman with the pixie cut.

Hope you guys liked this chapter! I have a hard time writing Rumple but I'm pretty satisfied with how it turned out. Plus I've never written a family fight before, so that was a little difficult.

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Now...I think I have kept you guys waiting long enough. Who wants to know who Riley is? That's right...the reveal is next chapter! I am currently writing it, but I have had it planned out since the start of this story. I am super excited and I hope you guys like plot twists, because I sure do. :)

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