Emma watched and cringed as her father was dragged out of the hold by Killian's crew and thrown roughly on the floor.

"Easy," Emma scolded, "Don't hurt him, his knee is broken"

"He killed some of our brothers."

"That wasn't a suggestion," Red snapped and the one that just sassed Emma visibly tensed.

The crew pulled him up to a kneeling position and grabbed his hair to keep his head still. Charming gave out a cry of pain. His eyes watered, Emma had a feeling that it was more because of his broken leg.

Baelfire was quiet, he handed her the box.

"How did you get that?" Killian demanded.

"I made a deal," Baelfire muttered.

"A deal?" Killian angrily demanded, "Here? You summoned that thing here? Don't you know what he's done?"

"I did what I had to do," Baelfire said simply.

Emma blushed and she opened the box. Her father's heart beat in the box. It was disturbing and disgusting and Emma wondered how anyone could ever do something this twisted and cruel to another human being.

A tear fell down her face; what had her father suffered by Regina's hand.

"Emma," her father whispered and looked at her, "Please…please don't do this. If you do, I'll die."

"No you won't," Emma whispered. The heart beat in her hand. She shuddered and felt her bile rising, "How does this work?"

"I don't know, just….try shoving it in his chest," Killian said.

"Shove it?" Emma demanded.

"Well, not in a way that it pops or something."

"Just stop talking," Emma snapped, "I'm sorry I asked it out loud."

"Emma," her papa pleaded, "No, no, no, no, no…."

Emma placed the heart close to her father's chest. There was a suction sound…Emma nearly lost her lunch as her hand sunk through her father's chest and she felt…that it set. Like the heart found its place.

Emma ripped her hand away. It was clean. There was no blood.

"Emma?" Red whispered.

Emma ignored it, "Papa?"

His eyes were closed…Emma was terrified that maybe she'd killed him. Maybe Rumpelstiltskin gave them the wrong heart and would only give them the right one once Baelfire followed through on his deal.

Then her father gasped, and drew in large lungful's of air. He looked around at what could be familiar faces or not. Emma wasn't sure what he remembered. Then he looked at her, his eyes filled with tears, "Emma?"

Emma started sobbing, "Papa!"

He wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace, "You did it."

"I missed you so much," she whispered.

"I'm so sorry…I didn't know what I was doing. I wasn't myself."

"I know."

Killian turned to his crew, "Let's give them a few moments alone, shall we?"

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Baelfire had made a lot of sacrifices in his life…usually for his wife or children but there was a time when he would never consider giving up his freedom to go live with his father after the storm he faced passed.

Well, that was a lie. He would do it if the situation was dire enough. He just liked to think that his pride and his father's multiple transgressions against him and against humanity would prevent it.

He knew it wouldn't have.

"Well, well, well…happy with your end of the bargain?"

Baelfire cringed at his father's voice, "No. But I don't suppose I ever would be."

"Cheer up, Baelfire," Rumpelstiltskin walked up beside him, "You have a good chance of winning this war now. Your lost little princess will have you to thank for it."

Baelfire turned his head away.

"Or perhaps she already wants to," Rumpelstiltskin said.

Baelfire glared at his father, "Anything that could happen between us can't happen now. It won't come to pass, not with the deal I made with you."

"Well, if I must, I suppose I can set three chairs at the dinner table as opposed to two, but-."

"Why? So you can hurt her the way you hurt me over the years? I'm not subjecting her to that."

"Baelfire, you have to give me a chance."

"Yes, just another chance, isn't that what you always say?"

"You once loved me."

"You were once a good man," Baelfire muttered, "The deal we made was for me to come live with you, it wasn't for my love. You don't get that and you certainly won't get Emma."

His father looked hurt as he said that but Baelfire didn't care. Not after what his father had done him and then to his third wife. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. The line had been crossed.

"Why are you here?" Baelfire asked.

"I'm here to fulfill my end of the bargain," he handed him a sheet of paper.

"What's this?"

"The location of Jefferson's boy. I'm sure he'll be more than happy to introduce himself. But be warned…he's one of Regina's…Special Forces."

"What's that mean?"

"It means that if he sees your little Swan or his own father, he's obligated and trained to snap their necks and take you as a hostage to get anything Regina wants from me. Jefferson wants to see his son, he better prepare himself for a lot of disappointment."

Baelfire felt his heart sink and he looked out over the waves, "What's the second set of coordinates?"

"The girl's mother is hiding there."

Baelfire looked at his father, "What?"

"Think of it as a bonus," Rumpelstiltskin told him, "You could give that little fancy of yours down below both her parents back."

Baelfire stared him down, "Don't think I don't know what you're doing."

"You don't."

"Emma is the heir of the world if we win…I can just imagine how you would exploit that if she comes with me….so she's not coming with me."

"Oh Bae," Rumpelstiltskin laughed, "She will if she wants to."

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Emma couldn't stop looking at her father as she talked as fast as she could. She told him everything she'd been through in the year that they'd been separated. The more she thought she was finished, the more things just….poured out.

"I'm sorry about your leg," Emma finally finished after what was probably about two hours of talking to her patient father, "But you know…you wouldn't stop trying to kill me if I hadn't."

"I understand," he looked down at the splint. He couldn't walk right. Emma wondered if he'd ever be able to walk right again. They'd thrown him around a lot, it probably did more damage.

"Emma?"

"Wait," Emma grabbed his hand, "Papa, there's still so much I want to tell you."

He smiled at her, "I know…but Emma, this isn't the life I ever wanted you to have."

"I know," Emma said, "I know that you always wanted better for me."

"But it's too late, isn't it?" he asked, "Too late to just find your mother and send you away from all this to find a man who could love you and have a family with. Too late to make sure you're safe."

"I believe it is," Emma said.

"I just want you safe."

"We'll never be safe until Regina's dethroned."

"I know…Emma, I'm so sorry that our problems have now become your problems."

"That's not your fault," she whispered.

"If we'd helped lead the rebellion against her, then maybe…"

"Then maybe mom would've gone through so much stress that she would've lost me the way she lost all the other babies after me," Emma said, "I know why you dropped out of the rebellion. No one blames you for putting your unborn baby above a throne."

The door crashed open, Baelfire ran through, "Emma!"

Emma blushed when she saw him. She didn't tell her father about the kiss yet; she and Baelfire had to work that out first.

"Emma," Baelfire stopped and paled when he saw Charming, "Sir."

"What is it?" Emma asked him.

"I know where your mother is."