"There's no answer," Emma said casting a look of despair around the group before her. But when her eyes landed on Henry they softened, but not naturally, it was forced. She didn't want to worry him, it was understandable. "I'll try again."

"All due respect Ms. Swan, but you can waste time calling again or we can go after her before it's too late!"

"Rumple-"

"Henry," Emma interrupted before she could properly tell him to calm down around Henry, "go wait in the truck."

"No!" the boy looked around them, taking a step back as if he'd just been hit. "No, I want to help!"

"You can help by trying to call Regina," she handed her phone to the boy. "Keep trying for me-us, if she answers let us know."

Henry hesitated for a moment, then looked to the faces around him. She could tell that he wanted to stay, he wanted to help, that had been the truth! But she could also tell by the look in his face that he understood he wasn't going to be allowed much more than using the cell phone. No matter what age he looked at the moment, he was still just a twelve year old boy. "I'll do my best," he said determinedly taking with the device and walking back into the truck. He'd put on a brave face but she could tell even through Pan's mask that he was worried. Quite frankly after all they'd been through in the past week she couldn't blame him. And Rumple's comment hadn't helped. He was tense again. He was trying to hide it, to pretend like it didn't affect him having Pan out and roaming freely in the body of his grandson, but that didn't mean that he shouldn't have watched what he said and who he said it around.

"Everything that kid's been through I'm not letting him go through hell again," Emma muttered to herself watching him go. "We're finding Pan. And when we do we're gonna kill him and put stop to all this. I'm through playing his games."

"Any suggestions for where we begin looking for him?" David asked.

"Regina," Emma spat. "She was the last one seen with Henry. We find her, hope Pan's still there."

"Gold," Mary Margaret began, "you know Regina better than anyone, where would she have taken Henry?"

"Regina is a creature of habit," he responded confidently. "If she thought she was protecting Henry she'd go to the one place where she feels absolutely safe."

"And that is?" David pressed.

"Her vault."

"At the cemetery?"

He nodded. "It's where she's hidden all her magic, she feels strongest there."

"Then that's where we'll start," Emma concluded, breaking away from the group and striding back to the truck. "We'll keep calling Regina, call Neal and we'll meet you there!" she called over her shoulder, clearly wanting to move and get there as fast as she could. It was understandable. She hadn't even dealt with Pan himself and yet she was ready for this mess to be over as well. Without stopping to question Emma's plan the four of them fell into place. Mary Margaret and David got back into the truck, she wrapped her hand around Rumple's arm and he led them back to the car, holding open the door and handing her his phone as she got back inside.

"Call Bae," he requested as he started the car and pulled out, "tell him what's happening." She'd took the phone and found the number nervously. In all honesty she didn't know if she should be the one to talk to him, even after their brief conversation. They'd connected in a small way, bonded over their concern for the one man they had in common, but she didn't want him to feel as though she was crowding him! Then again, this certainly wasn't about Bae. Or her. Or even Rumple. It was about Henry. They'd been given a task to do by Emma, and they needed to complete it, for Henry's sake. And Baelfire needed to know what had happened with his son.

"Unless you have a magical way to track a shadow down I'm a little too busy for a friendly chat right now," he answered. He thought he was talking to his father, obviously.

"It's Belle, actually," she corrected awkwardly.

"Belle?" he sounded confused, stunned even. "Wh-what's happened? Is everything alright? The shadow is free is Papa-"

"No," she insisted, "no, it's not him! He's fine, it's Henry. He isn't himself! Henry isn't Henry!"

"What?" he shouted into her ear, obviously confused. A deep breath, she needed to take a deep breath and start making sense.

"Henry isn't really Henry. It's Pan. They switched bodies before going into the box, we only just realized now-"

"Wait, wait, wait," she could practically see him running a nervous hand through his hair and over his face as he paced back and forth. "Henry is really Pan! Pan is with you! So if Henry is with you, where is Pan…the real Pan?" he questioned finally working it all out.

"We think Regina took him to her vault. It's at the cemetery we're all on our way there now. Do you know where it is? Can you meet us there?"

"Yeah," he breathed, with equal parts amazement and disbelief, it was a lot to take in on one conversation. "Yeah, I'll be there as soon as I can," he assured her before the phone went dead.

"He's on his way," she informed Rumple as she reached over and dropped the phone back into his pocket as he sped down the road, stone faced and determined.

"I need you to do one more thing for me, one more favor."

She rolled her eyes, knowing the request before it even came. It was his voice that betrayed him just as much as their past history did. "I'm not going to wait in the car, or go home, or hide behind whatever door you think will keep me safe, Rumple."

"It's just a precaution," he insisted a little too desperately for it to be a proper "precaution". "Do you remember what we talked about this morning?"

"Do you?" she responded quickly. Yes, she did recall what they'd discussed that morning. Perfectly. He told her that he couldn't lose her again, true. But she'd also been the one to remind him that she wasn't going to be pushed to the sidelines anymore. She was going to be there with him, they worked better together, and what better way to prove it, than by being together?

He heaved an irritated sigh, clearly he remembered what they'd discussed as well. And she could see the look of regret in his eyes because he hadn't fought her on her bold declaration that morning. Not fighting back was as good as agreeing to a pronouncement in his eyes. One look and she knew that he was wishing he had argued with her. "At least wait outside the vault..." he suggested, but she was already shaking her head, "stay with Henry, until we can contain Pan, until it's safe."

"No."

"Belle!"

"No! How do you know it won't be safer inside the vault? You can't be sure he'll even be there! It's safer when you're around. It's always safer when we're together!"

"Belle, please," she wanted to argue again as they pulled up next to other cars at the graveyard, but something about the way he said please stopped her. Begging was not usually in his bag of tricks, it wasn't in his nature or his personality. In fact the only time she could remember him really begging her for anything was for her to go back to library after Hook stole Bae's shawl. It signaled extreme anxiety, he was as desperate as he could be. "He knows about Bae and Henry. He knows what you are to me and he knows he can use you to hurt me. Don't make me have to choose between you or Henry."

She was almost always impressed and even fascinated at how well they knew each other. Other times, like now, she almost wished they didn't. He knew exactly what to say in order to tug on her heartstrings and keep her out of that vault. Even worse, what he was asking was a fair point and a choice she would never in her life force him to make…she just wouldn't be able to live with herself.

"Okay," she conceded quietly.

"Please!"

"Alright!" she insisted again loudly, a harsh word telling him she got the message. "I'll wait outside until you say it's safe but not a moment longer," she agreed then got out of the car and slammed the door behind her. She wasn't angry, frustrated, maybe, but not angry. Just disappointed that she wouldn't be able to help yet again, that she was a weakness, instead of a source of strength and bravery.

"Did you reach Regina?" she called across the truck hood to Emma, who still had her phone pressed to her ear.

"Not yet. I'm still trying," she informed her as she hung up and tried again.

"We're in the right place," David called making a motion to the car parked beside the truck, "that's her car." Her car being here was only good for them, it meant that Rumple had guessed correctly. But the fact that they knew where she was didn't fix the fact that Regina was non-responsive on her phone. She wouldn't say anything, not out loud because she didn't want to worry Henry, but she knew it was not a good sign.

"Regina's still not answering," Emma responded with worry in her voice as they made their way across the dark cemetery. There were people at the vault, gathered around the door, one looking as if he might be listening intently hoping to hear something. Neal and the woman she could only assume was "Tink", the person she'd never heard of who had gone with Neal to look for the shadow. And the third member of their small shadow hunting party, much to her displeasure, Hook.

"When we find Pan," she heard Henry say, distracting her, "remember he's still in my body, so if you have to throw a fireball or something, at least avoid the face," he requested nervously.

"I'll do my best," he muttered. He was serious, but there was the smallest hint of something else in his voice. Amusement, like he had to try his best to hold in a happy laugh despite the circumstances. It was good. It meant that he didn't just love his grandson, he liked Henry.

The people at the door turned as they finally heard their feet shuffling through the dead leaves. "Is that really you?" Neal called out, relieved.

"Dad!" Henry shouted before running forward and embracing his father. Neal glanced up over Henry's shoulder and looked between the pair of them, gratefully.

"Did you find the shadow?" David asked.

"Not yet," Tink informed him almost bitterly.

"But we'll be ready for him when we do," Hook concluded holding up…a coconut?

"It's Pan we should be concerned about now," Rumple corrected as Hook handed the object off to Bae. "Why are we still up here?" he demanded looking at the vault and finally stepping forward.

"It's locked up tight," Neal answered with a useless gesture toward the doors.

"Really," he muttered skeptically. She reached out and rubbed a comforting hand over Henry's shoulder as she watched him raise his arm. Even beneath his many layers she could see muscles and tendons tense and flex. And even if she couldn't see his face, his concentration practically hung around him in a haze. And unfortunately it appeared to be useless as he suddenly let his hand drop as though he'd been burned.

"Told ya," Neal commented.

"Fair enough, this is gonna take some time," he responded, stepping forward and trying again.

She glanced over to see Emma wandering away, coming to rest at a tree. Henry made a motion to go to her, but Mary Margaret and David had already taken on the job and she reached out to grab Henry's shoulder. Emma didn't exactly look confident, she seemed overwhelmed, if anything, and he didn't need any more to worry about. "Its fine," she told him with a smile.

"Why do adults always lie? It's not fine!"

"Nah, it's okay," she looked over to see Ba-Neal had joined their conversation. "It's just a hiccup. We made it out of Neverland, right? This is cake," he lied for her.

It was a terrible time for it, really it was, with everything going on surely the warm feeling that she had growing in her belly, the revelation beginning to spin through her head would be welcome some other time. But as she looked at the people gathered before her she couldn't help but feel as though she was right where she belonged. It was strange, they weren't married, not yet at least, she knew that, but she also knew that she felt as though they already were. And that made his family hers as well. She was only just beginning to wonder what she and Neal could possibly be, she hadn't considered yet that now she was related to Henry! And Snow White, David, Emma. She was even related to the Evil Queen and, in some twisted and odd way, she would always have some strange connection to Hook as well. No, none the people around her were related by blood, but no matter what their past with her, no matter their history or their deeds, she felt bound to them, just as she did to Rumple...just as she once had to her father. The tie was different, but the connection was still there. It was-

Suddenly a loud bang made her look at the doors to the vault swinging open, chasing the warm feeling away. He'd done it! He'd broken in.

"Shall we?" he asked striding forward.

Another straightforward chapter that pretty much existed exclusively to get me to the graveyard so that I could write the next chapter. It's going to be awesome, another Belle/Neal moment. I hope that everyone thinks I've got Neal's character right in this. I feel like he came fairly easily to me, but you never know. Please don't hesitate to let me know if something is off with him. i rely on that stuff more than ya'll could ever know!

Thank you to Meredith Pechta, Sara K M, Katido, Deweymay, Galloper, and LaurieAHancock for your reviews on the last chapter! Much appreciated friends! And now, on to the next. Peace and Happy Reading!