In this chapter, we learn some more background story of two important characters.

Note: Sorry that this chapter is short. The scene that follows this one was very long and I wanted that for the next chapter. So I had to cut this one short. PS: Hope you guys like the little crossover. Sorry I really pictured those two as Rumbelle sometimes.

Chapter 13

"That was most certainly a great way to end our trip," said Aunt Flo as they all sat themselves with a cup of tea at the Gold living room.

They had spent the entire day talking with most of Gold and Milah's colleagues much to both's dismay. The three elderly women did know a lot about Milah as well, seeing as she and Gold grew up together. The board of the Times sure got lots of laughs.

"Yes at our expense," mumbled Gold as he turned to see Milah nodding but their respective others were grinning like a cat.

"It was very informative," began Kilina, sharing a wink with Belle. "Wasn't it?"

"Yes, very," said Belle with a smile that found Gold squirming. "I'm pretty sure I'm going to be using everything I found today."

"Middle of his first and second rib on the right side," repeated Aunt Mary with a wink. "And he's all yours. You can probably make him do anything."

"Aunt Mary!" exasperated Gold as the rest laughed. He glared at Milah. "You're one to laugh, I'm pretty sure Killian has a few things under his belt as well."

"Oh I'm going to be more active at night as well," said Killian with a smile that properly turned Milah into a bright shade of red.

"Anyway," began Bae, with a smile. Sure he was old enough to understand what they were talking about, but it still felt weird given that these were his parents and their respective others. "What do you plan on doing once you get back to Glasgow, grams?"

"Well you remember Amara?" asked Aunt Ana as Adam and Milah nodded. "Well she finally decided to marry Bartholomew and we did promise her that we would make her wedding dress when the time came."

"Wow," remarked Gold with a look with Milah. "Took Balbi long enough."

"Balbi?" asked Belle with amusement written all over her face.

"Well he's second name was Xibalba," explained Milah. "Don't ask us why."

"He and Amara were always at each other's throats but deep down everyone knew they were in love," continued Gold.

"They were fairly obvious," added Bae from his position on the floor. All the seats were taken but he had no objection with sitting on the floor looking up at his family. "Hope we're invited." He turned to his father and Belle and his mother and Killian. "Or maybe you could do a triple wedding."

Gold was able to swallow his drink but Killian wasn't as fortunate as he and he was a coughing mess while Gold just glared at his son. "Next time warn a man when you say things like that."

The laughter from his son and aunts didn't ease his sour mood and he just excused himself to pour himself another cup of tea, maybe this time with a hint of Scotch.

He wasn't surprised when Aunt Ana followed him to the kitchen.

"It'll be a lot quieter without the three of you here," said Gold as Aunt Ana poured herself a new cup.

"As much as you always offer, Adam," began Aunt Ana with a smile. "We could never leave that little house back home. We could travel yes and be away from there for months...but actually relocate? You're going to have to drag those two kicking and screaming from our little home."

"Well you can't blame me for trying," said Gold but then he remembered something and it was always Aunt Ana who was the most organized of the three anyway. "Aunt Ana, are my old toys still there by any chance?"

"Of course," replied Aunt Ana, slightly surprised with the question. "We wouldn't get rid of anything without consulting you first."

"Yes, I knew that," replied Gold, wishing his voice would convince her but of course it wouldn't. Aunt Ana was the most level headed, observant of the three. Gold even joked that she could have rivalled Sherlock Holmes if he was a real person back when he was growing up. He could never hid anything from her.

"What's wrong Adam?" asked Aunt Ana, her hand already on his arm in a reassuring manner. "Did you-"

"No," replied Gold quickly. "I've said before Aunt Ana, I don't want to know who they were...I don't even care."

"Then why?" she asked again. "If you'd rather not say it's ok."

"It's actually work related," explained Gold. "You've heard of Zozo Greene, I presume."

"The man your entire workplace thinks ordered the attack on Ethan and yourself?" asked Aunt Ana. "What does he have to do with anything?"

The tone of her voice didn't go unnoticed. Her aunts were sweet old ladies but get on their backside and you'll be in for a surprise at how tough they were.

"I was interviewing him for our election special when he mentioned Peter Pan," continued Gold. "I've never told anyone about him, not even Bae or Milah. I was just curious how he found that out."

"He mentioned your doll specifically?" asked Aunt Ana, surprised.

Gold nodded. "That I was found by three ladies in a marketplace in Scotland with nothing but a blanket and a small straw doll." He sipped his tea then turned back to her. "You were the only ones who saw me right? No one else?"

"No one," said Aunt Ana. "But I could be mistaken. I could ask around-"

"No," said Gold rather sharply. "Like you've already pointed out Aunt Ana, this man is dangerous. I've dealt with him before and he usually just wants to make other people squirm. He just wanted to tell me that he knew who I was...maybe even hint that he might know my parents."

"By his words, he does," began Aunt Ana.

"Well his shown his cards and I'm not interested," argued Gold. "I already know who my parents are and those are the three elderly women in my house heading back to Scotland tomorrow."

Aunt Ana smiled and wrapped her arm around Gold in a sideways hug. Gold leaned his head over hers and clapped his hand over hers on his chest. Whatever Zozo hinted at before during their interview...it doesn't matter. His family was already there present at his house and he didn't need anyone else.


The number flashing on her phone was a surprise. Nimue could find no reason why he would be calling her at that moment but it was always good to hear a familiar voice so she answered.

"Gordon," greeted Nimue as she headed to her husband's study. Zozo was out meeting a few more political backers and she was alone at their house. Zelena had gone out as well, but Nimue was never worried for her head strong step-daughter. "Now this is a surprise."

"Not a pleasant one, Nimue," came the strong voice from the other end.

Gordon Fortem was an old acquaintance of Nimue back when she was still living in Europe, back when she was still married to her first husband. Gordon had been her partner with a lot of her deals that helped her rise to the top. He was the one that helped her when her family had fallen apart...all because of one unwanted infant.

"Someone hacked into my files," came Gordon's news. "I've only managed to trace the origin but not the culprit."

Nimue's breathe caught in her throat. "It was here wasn't it?"

"Yes," confirmed Gordon. "I doubt it's him though. This looks to be freelance. Not an investigator or a journalist."

Nimue took a deep breath to calm herself. "What did this person find?"

"That's the thing," replied Gordon. "It was all your files. From personnel file to all the deals you were involved in."

"Gordon don't tell me-"

"Our last deal was never documented, my dear," reassured Gordon. "Don't you worry yourself about that. What you should be worried about is your past was never a common knowledge there unlike here...until now."

"You think this was done to taint my husband's campaign?" asked Nimue, a new angle forming in her mind.

"Maybe, I don't know," admitted Gordon. "I'm not there and I don't plan on solving your own problems for you. I just wanted to give you a fair warning."

"That doesn't do me any good at all Gordon," hissed Nimue.

"Better than being surprised with an attack of this nature," replied Gordon. "Whoever this guy is, Nimue. He's good and he's got the resources to crack even the best confidential files in the planet." He paused as he studied the trail that stopped at the location of Storybrooke and nothing more. "Whatever secret you have buried, it won't stay that way for long."

"You just said our last deal wasn't documented," Nimue all but spat at the phone.

"Yes but with a few more pieces of the picture this person, whoever he or she is, will put it all together," said Gordon. "Either you come clean and stop whatever it is you have planned, my dear."

"What makes you so sure you I have anything planned?"

"Revenge was always your end game, Nimue." begun Gordon. "When you found out that they were in Storybrooke, you found yourself a ticket out of our lovely country so you could finally have your revenge."

"I've been in Storybrooke for quite some time now Gordon," countered Nimue.

"Yes well you were always a patient woman, Nimue," said Gordon. "I'm going to leave you with this. Don't expect me to keep in touch."

The line went dead even before she could muster a reply. Bastard. Just what she needed, more problems. Zozo's little solution with the Times regarding Glinda White proved to backfire, not to mention his rash decision to attack Ethan Dove, was already a problem she was still trying to fix. Now she had another one to add to her list.

Whoever this person was, he or she was a walking corpse.