SHOUT OUTS/ANSWERS

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AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER

Belongs to ABC Studios and whoever owns the show. I only own the plot. I use a couple of lines from "Quiet Minds". So apparently I didn't put this in the author's note at the beginning like I thought I had, but this story will entail several types of abuse in this and later chapters, so if that's not your thing or it's a trigger for you, please bow out now. I use a line from Supernatural because I couldn't resist. I got the phrase "One and done" from the Sleepy Hollow episode "Kali Yuga" and the significance of this phrase will be explained later in the story.

"Yes, I'm married," Regina answered and Emma took a closer at the ring. The band around the ruby had a small engraving of a Coat of Arms, a deer, and a unicorn fighting a lion hanging off of an L. Wow. That's beautiful, she thought to herself.

"Who is he? Is he in the Storybook?" Henry queried.

"Well, he's in a storybook, but not your storybook," Regina answered.

"Don't be coy, Regina. Who is he?" Emma demanded.

"That would be me," a man with a slight Scottish accent stated and they all turned.

"Who are you?" Henry asked.

"Robin Locksley at your service," the man answered.

"Like…Robin Hood?" Emma asked.

"Yes," the man replied.

"What about Maid Marian?" Henry wondered.

"She's dead. She got sick shortly after Roland was born. She died a few months later," Robin replied.

"I'm so sorry," Emma murmured.

"So the stories about you and her are wrong too?" Henry queried. That sucks. I always liked those stories, he thought to himself. Then again, thanks to the appearance of the Storybook, he was well aware that this world's fairy tales weren't necessarily true, so why wouldn't be true for other types of stories?

"Some of them, yes," Robin replied. "Though I do like the idea of us growing old together. Alas, it's only fiction." Regina placed a comforting hand on his wrist and he smiled at her.

"We'll make sure Roland knows all about her."

"So we're facing the Wicked Witch," Emma commented, bringing the subject back on topic.

"Yes," David replied.

"We know who she is?" Emma pressed and the others shook their heads. "Well…shouldn't it be easy to find someone with green skin, even in Storybrooke?"

"The books and movie could be wrong, Mom," Henry pointed out.

"Or she's using magic to hide her true appearance," Regina surmised and Emma and Henry nodded. That made sense. If Rumplestiltskin was here, he could help us, she thought. Wait…Hook had said that he, Neal, and her family were in trouble.

"Neal. Where's Neal?" she asked.

"And Grandpa?" Henry added. Everyone fell silent. "Where are they?" he asked again, panic creeping into his voice. Hearing this, Regina went over to him and placed her hands on his shoulders reassuringly.

"We don't know right now. But we are going to find them," she stated.

"That's right," another voice said and the formerly Evil Queen glanced to see her stepdaughter right beside her. "This family always finds each other, and Neal and Rumplestiltskin are family," she continued as her husband walked up to them.

"We better check on Belle. She's not taking Rumpelstiltskin's disappearance very well," he stated.

"Where is she?" the Savior wondered.

"The library he gave to her. If she's not there, she'll be at his pawn shop," her father responded and she immediately headed in the direction of the library, her son and Killian close behind. When they got to the building, they walked in.

"Belle?" the woman asked.

"Grandma?" Henry queried, earning him a quirked brow from his mother. "She hates it when I call her that so I figured-" he began to explain.

"I'd come out and tell you not to call me that," a voice interrupted and they turned to see the girl.

"Something like that," Henry admitted.

"What can I do for you?" Belle queried.

"First of all, I heard that you managed to bring Gold back and then he disappeared?" Emma queried.

"Yeah."

"How are you handling that?" The librarian sighed.

"Not well. I'm worried. If he could get something to me, he would." Emma nodded. She was right. Gold wouldn't let Belle worry.

"And Neal? Gold was dead. How would bring him back without a price?"

"Yeah, Belle, how?" Belle and Neal were looking through a book.

"So, I'm curious, I was with Rumple in this castle for a very long time, and I've never once saw you. How long have you been here?" Belle asked the chandelier, Lumiere.

"Two hundred years," came the response.

"And he kept you like that the whole time? Neal asked. Sounds like him, he thought to himself as he studied the spell. Feeling Belle's hand grip his arm, Neal looked to her and she leaned in.

"He's lying. Rumple built this library for me shortly before Regina cast the Curse. it's only been here for about thirty years, if that," she murmured.

"Maybe he is and maybe he isn't, but this is our only shot to bring him back," he responded and then went to grab the latch. However, Belle grabbed his wrist. "What the hell? Let go!" Summoning as much strength as she could, Belle began pulling back the man, who was so surprised by her actions that she was able to pull him back a few feet. With a huff, Neal went to pass her but she lashed out with a fist aiming for his nose and he let out a cry as she made contact.

"What the hell!? Did you just slug me!?

"Yes, I did!" She reached up to grab his face, forcing him to look at her. "We will find another way. One that doesn't require you to give up your life for his."

"There is no such spell," Lumiere stated and then fell silent as the woman turned to glare at him.

"What do you suggest?" Neal asked with a sigh.

"Wait, you decked him?" Emma asked with a grin. Too funny, she thought to herself.

"What'd you guys find?" Henry wondered.

"Well, according to one of Rumple's books, provided that you didn't wait too long, a person could plead with Hades for the life of the deceased," Belle answered.

"Hades? As in the god of the Underworld?" Emma gasped. This guy is real too? she wondered. How many more folklore type things were going to turn out to be real?

"Yes," Belle nodded. Neal read the incantation and then looked around as a wind picked up. When the floor started shifting, Neal quickly pulled Belle towards him, positioning himself in front of her protectively. To their surprise, a man with brown hair and brown eyes materialized in front of them.

"Why have you summoned Hades?" he demanded in a booming voice and Belle gulped. Maybe this was a bad idea, she thought to herself.

"It's my father. We need him. And I was hoping-" Neal began to say.

"That he had not yet moved on," Hades interrupted.

"Well, granted, I'm not very knowledgeable in this sort of thing, but it's my understanding that the Underworld is a state of Purgatory," Neal replied, remembering to keep his tone respectful. They were dealing with the ruler of the Underworld after all and the last thing they needed was to piss him off.

"It can be, yes," Hades answered. "What is your father's name?"

"Rumplestiltskin," Belle and Neal answered together.

"Ah yes. The Dark One," Hades recalled. "Yes, he's down there," he responded, snapping his fingers. Instantly, Rumplestiltskin was in front of them.

"Papa!" Neal exclaimed.

"Rumple!" Belle cried at the same time.

"Bae. Belle," Rumplestiltskin stated. "How is this possible?" he wondered.

"It's not your time but I couldn't send you back unless somebody specifically summoned me and asked for your release," Hades explained. Then, at their looks of disbelief. "I know, I know-red tape will drive you nuts."

"Thank you," Rumplestiltskin, Belle, and Neal chorused. Hades nodded and once more the ground shifted and the being disappeared into the hole, which soon disappeared. When Belle was done with her story, Emma and Henry nodded.

"And now they're missing," Emma realized.

"Aye," Killian replied. Before he could say more, the sound of running feet was heard and they all turned.

"Killian! Killian!" Tinkerbell shouted excitedly and then jumped into his arms, kissing him, an action that he reciprocated. Hook and Tinkerbell? Henry asked himself. People would have a field day with this one if they knew.

"Wait. If you're with her, why'd you kiss me when you first showed up at the apartment?" Emma demanded and Tinkerbell pulled back.

"Why would you-" the fairy's question died off as she placed herself back on the ground. Does he still love Emma? she wondered, trying to push down the wave of jealousy that was cropping up. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know.

"I, uh-I-I was hoping that-" As he continued to stammer, understanding dawned on the girl's face.

"You were hoping that the love of your friendship was deep enough to awaken her." He nodded. Would that work? Emma wondered, turning to Henry, a questioning look on her face.

"Love is love. Doesn't have to be romantic," he replied and his mother nodded. Tinkerbell pulled Killian close and they all returned to the diner just in time to see Snow wincing.

"Mom?" Emma asked as David turned to her.

"We should get you back. Remember what Zelena said about you needing your rest," he stated and she nodded.

"Zelena? Who's Zelena?" Emma queried, pouncing on the name. There's no one in Storybrooke named Zelena. Could she be the witch? she wondered.

"She's one of newer residents. A mid-wife," David replied.

"Newer residents?" Emma and Henry chorused.

"Yeah. We think that whoever tried to take our memories also cast a curse. Because one moment we were in the Enchanted Forest, and the next, we were back in Storybrooke and there were new people here," Snow White replied and her daughter nodded.

"Come on, Snow," David said and gently led her away.

"Will she be okay?" Henry asked anxiously.

"Yes, Dear. She just needs more rest as of late. The pregnancy has been taxing," Regina replied. And as far as I can tell, it's not anything magical, but just nature, she thought to herself. And yes, she had checked. Call her overprotective or whatever, but with an unknown enemy out there, she wasn't about to take any chances. What no one noticed however, was that a man with dark blonde hair that was almost brown and brown eyes, dressed in a green sweater and grey jeans was staring at the Savior and her son. Emma? he wondered. Was that really little Emma? Thirteen-year old Emma looked up at the man.

"You with me?" he asked.

"Always," she responded.

"One and done," he said, holding out a hand.

"One and done," she repeated, clasping the hand firmly in her own.

"Tom?" The man gave himself a shake and looked up to see Granny staring at him in concern.

"I'm okay," he assured. "Can I have a refill on my coffee?" he requested.

"Coming right up," Granny said.

"I got it, Granny," Ruby stated, bringing the pot over and filling the cup. Meanwhile, out at a deserted farmhouse, Neal was struggling against the bonds that held him, wincing when the chains bit into his wrists. Chained to a coat hanger. An experience I never wanted to repeat, he thought to himself. There had to be a way out of this. Hearing footsteps, he increased his struggle.

"Bae, stop. You're going to hurt yourself," Rumplestiltskin cautioned, only to be ignored. There was a flash of green smoke and both men froze. She was back. The Wicked Witch was back. Seeing their expressions, Zelena smirked. They're frightened. Good. They should be, she thought to herself. Her perfect plan had been ruined just when things had been going so well.

"The Savior is here. Why is she here?" the witch snapped.

"How the hell should I know?" Neal snapped, even as his heart leapt. It had worked. The message Papa had sent to Killian had been successful. It worked. Wonderful, Rumplestiltskin thought to himself. He hadn't been sure it would be, but now that he knew it had been, it was only a matter of time before they were found. Zelena's eyes flashed angrily as she summoned her magic to her.

"One of you got a message out somehow. Confess and I'll be lenient," she stated. When neither one of them spoke, Zelena waved her hand and the Kris dagger appeared in her hand. At this, both Neal and Rumplestiltskin tensed. "Now then, how about the truth?" she demanded, thrusting it at Rumplestiltskin who groaned as he felt tendrils of energy coursing over his body. I'm sorry, Bae, he thought to himself. The pull to obey the command was too strong.

"It was-" the Dark One started to say.

"It was me!" Neal interrupted. "It was me! I got a message out. I told Hook to find the Savior." Damn it, Bae, Rumplestiltskin seethed. Why was his boy still trying to protect him? It was supposed to be the other way around. At this, Zelena grinned. Works every time, she thought to herself. If she threatened one, the other broke. It was a thing of beauty. Zelena snapped her fingers and almost instantly, Neal found himself on his back on a bed. He started to get up but a burst of magic pinned him to the bed. No, he thought to himself. With another wave of her hand, the chains that had previously tied him to the coat rack once more wrapped around his wrists tying them to the headboard. No, he thought to himself and began struggling. He wasn't letting this happen again.

"Stop," Zelena snapped. "Or should I get Daddy in here to make you stop?" At this, Neal froze. It'd kill him if she made him hurt me, he thought to himself. The witch smirked and straddled him, letting her magic run over his body and he grunted as she ghosted her hands over his skin. The woman smirked as she felt his cock twitch. She loved making his body react to her.

"What've you done?" he asked, glaring at her.

"Heightened your body's natural reaction with a spell of course," she responded, proving her point by placing a hand on his cock and stroking it, causing the appendage to harden. "Such a delicious little spell…wouldn't you agree?"

"I will kill you." Her response to this was to simply repeat the action and he moaned.

"Oh and a bonus: the spell also increases your stamina, which means we can do this for quite some time." With a flick of her wrist, they were both naked from the waist down and she smirked. He really was quite attractive. She then entered him quickly and his face grimaced.

"How do you handle it, Tom?" sixteen-year old Neal asked.

"I go away. Just lock myself into the furthest corner in my mind until it's over."

"And it works?"

"Every time." Neal steadied his breathing, letting his body go slack and face go blank.

"We're in this together, right, Tom?" Neal asked.

"Of course," Tom responded as he held out a hand. "One and done."

"One and done," Neal repeated, clasping his hand.