Rumpelstiltskin hadn't been open for five minutes before he got the visitor in his shop. Jefferson pulled up in his very…bright car and stormed in. And he was going to start his morning with a fight. Wonderful.

"What did you ask my wife to do?" He started as soon as the bell rang.

Rumpelstiltskin knew that Jefferson demanding to know the price was inevitable. He could see how it would go when he looked at Jefferson when they talked about Emma. He loved her, he would do anything for her, even take her price, "Ask her."

"She won't tell me," Jefferson's eyes blazed, "What is it that you wanted from her?"

"She owes me a favor," he shrugged.

Jefferson blinked and shook his head, "No she doesn't."

Rumpelstiltskin scoffed and then went to go dust the clocks that were off in the corner, "Oh, my mistake then."

"Whatever the price is, I'll pay it."

"You can't," he sighed, "It has to be her. The deal's been made, Jefferson. There's no going back on it now."

"What's the favor?"

"I haven't decided yet," Rumpelstiltskin shrugged.

"Liar."

Rumpelstiltskin blinked and tilted his head, "Not really…there are several things that I could get her to do as payment for pulling strings to save you from that asylum…"

"Yeah? And what is it that you're going to make her do?"

Rumpelstiltskin glared, it was certainly not his business.

What was he saying? Of course it was his business, Emma was his wife and the price had been to get him out of that place.

"I haven't decided yet." he repeated.

"You never make a deal with someone unless you know what you want," Jefferson snapped, "Exactly what you want. Because that way you can use your words to get whatever person you need to in a trap. You have everything already planned out. So what do you want for my wife?"

"You're so dramatic," Rumpelstiltskin snapped, "It's not even that bad."

"Then why can't you tell me?" Jefferson demanded, "Why can't you tell her?"

Rumpelstiltskin hesitated; he didn't want it getting out that he had a son. And he most certainly didn't want it getting anywhere near someone like Regina. But Jefferson was here…terrified for his wife and he was asking for assurance.

They'd been friends once…colleagues and then they'd had their falling out.

Jefferson was in the same boat he was.

"I have a son," Rumpelstiltskin stared.

Jefferson blinked, he looked surprised and then worried, "So you and some woman actually…."

That did little to boost his confidence, "I'm still a man, Jefferson. At least where it counts physically."

"There's a lot of things I was curious about but not THAT curious about…."

"Do you mind?" Rumpelstiltskin muttered.

"What happened to him?"

"I lost him, and now I'm going to get him back."

"What world is he in?"

Rumpelstiltskin might as well be honest, "This one."

Jefferson stopped. Realization dawned on his face and he shook his head, "This wasn't her curse, was it?"

"No, it wasn't Regina's."

"It was yours."

Rumpelstiltskin looked away and went to continue cleaning.

"I was separated from my daughter because of your curse? Because of what you hired me to do to Regina?"

"If it was your daughter, you'd do the exact same thing," Rumpelstiltskin whispered.

Jefferson was silent, Rumpelstiltskin knew he was right. There wasn't anything that Jefferson wouldn't do for his family, just like there wasn't anything Rumple wouldn't do for his.

"You get your son back," Jefferson told him through clenched teeth, "And you fix it, and you never bother us again."

"I shan't need to, dearie…," Rumpelstiltskin shrugged, "After all, you'll have your happily ever after won't you?"

Jefferson glared him down, "What do you need me to do to get her to believe?"

"Have her meet me in the cemetery at three."

"She works."

"Ask her to take time off. I need to show her something. You can come too if you like. In fact, Jefferson, that might be more advisable."