They watched from the cover of the bushes and plants that surrounded the clearing that the Lost Boys were camping. They seemed to be getting ready to perform some sort of ritual or celebration. Paired off, the boys painted each other with what looked like mud mixed with berry juice, drawing masks onto one another. It felt like they were watching a show on the Discovery channel about a lost civilisation. The sight of them also made Rumpel wonder why his father had wanted this more than making a new start with him.

Regina and Emma reached out to one another, mirrored each other with wide eyes and held their breath. Rumpel frowned at them turning back to watch the boys and spotted what had made the two women react. Henry had entered the camp with Pan beside him, chatting to the demon with a smile on his face. The sensation in Rumpel's chest was strange. He had watched the young man grow up from a baby, never knowing he was his grandson and had never felt a connection to the boy. Possessing the knowledge of Henry's relation to him, Rumpel wanted nothing more than to drive Pan deep into the ground and take his grandson away from here.

Catching Regina in the corner of his eye about to move forward, Rumpel grabbed at her arm and held her down, receiving a pointed look from her. He shifted closer to her to whisper. "Don't."

"Why?" Regina quietly asked with her eyes focused back on Henry.

"We can't just barge in there." Rumpel told her.

The bushes rustled beside Rumpel as Charming shuffled over to them. "Can you two knock them out?"

"Yes, but not Pan." Rumpel whispered as he gestured to Pan. "He's too strong to be knocked out by a spell."

"What's the plan?" Emma asked crawling round behind Rumpel, the three of them were surrounding him. For a moment, Rumpel enjoyed the feeling of them needing him and that his opinion mattered. He had never had that.

Rumpel pressed his lips together in thought before he spoke. "We need a distraction. If we knock everyone out in the camp, then I'll distract Pan long enough so you can get Henry."

"Why you?" Emma asked.

"Do you have a better plan?" He returned her question with his own, straining to see her over his shoulder. Emma shook her head at him. Rumpel did not know what he was going to do. He just hoped that he could keep his father busy whilst they rescued his grandson. At least when Henry was safe with them, they could focus on finding Baelfire.

They all shared a look between them in agreement. Regina followed Rumpel's lead and stood out of the bushes, casting a knock out spell over the camp. All the Lost boys fell to the ground where they stood. Henry collapsed forward into Pan, who watched Henry slumped to the ground at his feet. Pan was clearly startled at the sight of his Lost boys lying on the ground.

Regina hid back into the bushes as Rumpel stepped through into the clearing. Pan spotted Rumpel and smirked at his son. Crossing the clearing, stepping over the still bodies of the Lost boys, Rumpel kept all emotion from his face and his eyes on his father.

"You didn't need to knock them out, Rumpel." Pan told him, gesturing towards the Lost boys. "They would have welcomed another Lost boy."

"I am not a Lost boy." Rumpel replied, circling his father to make him face away from Henry, allowing the others to get closer.

"No, I guess not." Pan mulled over his thoughts for a second. "You're a lost man."

Rumpel grinned. "No, I'm not lost, papa."

"Oh, really? So what are you?" Pan asked seeming interested in his son's answer, taking a step away from Henry.

"I'm just a man. Dark, but a man." Rumpel told him as he clasped his hands in front of him.

"You were an imp the last time I saw you." Pan said thinking back to their last encounter.

Behind Pan, Charming creeped out of the bushes and reached for Henry's arm. Gently he lifted the boy by his arm and laid him over his shoulders. Rumpel kept his face straight and his eyes on Pan, so not to alert him to the movement behind him.

"You know what it's like, when you've lived this long, need a fresh look every so often." Rumpel explained, waving his hands theatrically.

Pan shook his head. "No, I've not found that, laddie. Happy with being young."

"I think you mean happy escaping responsibility." He shot at his father, seeing Charming disappear into the surrounding jungle with Henry. With Charming and Henry escaping into the darkness of the bushes, gave Rumpel a surge of courage.

"Responsibility? No, not that." Pan sneered at Rumpel. "Happy escaping you."

Rumpel shrugged his shoulders at his father. "I think I got the better end of the deal."

"How so?" Pan asked intrigued.

"Why would I want such a waste of a space to be my father?" Rumpel's voice became dark as he spoke, unsaid things coming to the surface. "You did me a favour. I would never have gotten anywhere with you. I would probably be dead because of one of your deals, if you had stuck around."

"I'm not the one that brought me bad luck!" Pan wagged his finger at Rumpel, his annoyance evident in his eyes.

"You can't blame me for that!" Rumpel proclaimed at his father, while Regina was gesturing for Rumpel to come. He ignored her frantic pleads.

"I can blame you for all of it!" Pan growled moving closer to Rumpel. "You're a leach! Sucking the life force out of me with every breath, you take. You took all of my money and time from me! I couldn't do anything with you following me around like some lost puppy!"

He grinned at his father's comments and shook his head. "I might be a failure as a father, but at least I don't blame my son for my faults. I was weak and I let Baelfire go. You! You were and are pathetic. A boy who had a son." Rumpel said to his father as he turned away to walk off. "I'm more of a man than you'll ever be."

His back to his father, Rumpel walked away, feeling so much better for getting it off his chest. A multiple of life times were behind Rumpel, where he had pondered why he was not good enough for his parents. It had never occurred to Rumpel that maybe it was the other way round. He genuinely smiled at the thought until he felt something stick into his back. Slowly the smile went from his face as he tilted his head to try to see what was in his back.

Behind him, protruding from his back, Rumpel could make out the hilt of the dagger over his shoulder. The amount of times someone had stuck a blade into him was lost on him. The idea that people thought they could kill the Dark One with a normal dagger or sword amazed Rumpel. He reached behind him and pulled the dagger out of his back, curiously inspecting the yellow sludge that dripped from the dagger's blade. Rumpel turned with the dagger in his hand to face Pan, who was evilly snickering.

"Soon you will be no trouble to anyone." Pan told his son. "Sweet dreams, son." His father's words meant nothing to Rumpel, watching Pan disappear in front of him. Rumpel blinked at the peculiar sensation that was growing out from his back. His legs became unsteady underneath him and made him lose his balance, and fall down onto his knees before slumping sideways to the ground.

"Papa!" A male voice called. Rumpel felt the strong arms catch him, saving him from landing face first into the dirt, clutching at the thin jumper that Rumpel wore. His head swarm from the sensations and made Rumpel close his eyes, trying to stop everything from spinning. Other hands grabbed at Rumpel and they forced his eyelids open, one at a time. He dove into the darkness regardless of their calls, succumbing to the pull of unconsciousness.