"Well, well, well, rise and shiney! We have to talk." Rumple woke up at the sound of the cold, wicked voice and covered himself up with the blanket.

"Isn't that cute?" Milah asked Zelena as they both stood at the edge of the bed and smirked at him. "Terrified and still thinks a blanket will protect him."

"What do you want?" Rumple asked, moving the blanket and then getting out of bed to stand as straight as he could. "Tell me and get out. Although, I don't know what more I can do for you, since you've taken me for everything I own. Everything that meant something to me." He was careful not to mention his relationship with Belle because if he did, they would probably hurt her too. "So, you best be on your way."

"He hasn't done it," Zelena smiled at Milah. "I told you he wouldn't do it."

"Do what?" Rumple asked.

"Try your magic again!" Zelena smiled, and bounced on her heels a little. "Try it! Try it!"

So Rumple tried it again and to his amazement, his powers worked. "They're working now!" He cried. Then he eyed the pair at the foot of his bed suspiciously. "Why did you give me my powers back?"

"The spell we used was only short term just to see if it would work or not," Zelena explained. "You'll be powerless and free to live in this…" she looked around and her nose crinkled "…this hovel as long as you like. We'll be going now. Have a nice day."

"Just a minute!" Rumple cried and then shot a spell of indeterminate nature in Milah's direction. She dropped to the floor and was still. Rumple was savoring his vengeance, but then realized that after that burst of magic, he couldn't cast anything else.

"Are you all right?" Zelena asked as she helped Milah to her feet. "I told you he would fall for that."

"Now we just have to make sure it worked," Milah replied, and Rumple watched with wide eyes as the magic that was once his shot out of Milah's fingers and came toward him. He managed to avoid it just in time but fell over in the process, which caused Milah and Zelena to laugh again.

"We really should go now," Zelena said when she got her breath. "There are so many other things we could do now that you have magic."

"You know, you're right," Milah replied and gave Rumple a dismissive sniff. "I definitely have better things to do with my time than waste it here."

They left Rumple on the floor of the room and went to cause all sorts of trouble. When he got to his feet, he thought to himself about how to deal with this. Without magic, he obviously couldn't do much, but he had to do something. After some thought, he decided to call his son. Neal was out and about a lot, but their relationship had improved drastically and he was never more than a phone call away at any time. Now was no different.

"What is it, Papa?" Neal asked when he heard his father's voice. "Are you in trouble? Do you need help?"

"Well, I wouldn't say 'No' to some help," Rumple replied. "I'm having some trouble with your mother and I think…I think I could use some of those skills you learned when you had to keep yourself alive on the streets."

"I've been waiting for you to call me about something like this," Neal sighed. "Ever since you told me you and she were divorcing, I knew it wouldn't go well. Do you need me to come and keep you company? I'm not doing anything at the moment because I got Aladdin's magic lamp put in safe-keeping just yesterday. I would be glad to." Neal had a job looking for and protecting rare magical objects that would be ill-used in the wrong hands. His travels kept him away from his father and his son Henry, but he kept in touch with letters and phone calls.

"All right," Rumple nodded. "I've been kicked out of the shop by your mother and her lawyer and have had to take a room at Granny's. I have an extra bed, or you could find a place of your own, whichever you prefer."

"Oh, I think that with what you're up against, I think it would be good for me to stay as close as possible, don't you?" Neal asked.

"That sounds good to me," Rumple agreed. "I can't wait to see you."

"I can't wait to see you either, Papa," Neal told him before ending the call.

Now that he knew Neal was coming to back him up, Rumple felt much better about the situation. He headed down to the diner, ordered himself some cocoa, and thought about what to do next.

When Emma came to sit next to him, he gladly moved over a little to give her a seat. "How are you doing?" She asked. "Is the room working out?"

"Oh, yes," Rumple nodded. "I feel much better about my situation. Oh, and here's something that might be of interest to you: I called my son and told him what happened. He said that he would come and stay until this whole mess is over with."

"He did?" Emma asked, her hand going up involuntarily to straighten her hair. "When is he going to be here?"

"He said he would try and be here as soon as he can," Rumple smiled. "I wanted to give you fair warning so you could prepare yourself and tell Henry."

"Oh, of course," Emma nodded. "Henry will be thrilled. He loved reading the letter that talked about Neal getting the lamp and I bet he'll be even happier to hear the story from him in person."

"We should all be together once my son arrives," Rumple suggested. "A nice family gathering would do wonders for keeping my mind off my troubles."

"All right," Emma nodded. "Sounds wonderful. I can't wait."

"You seem like you're in a much better mood than usual," Belle remarked as Rumple checked in a group of books on the day Neal was to arrive and then waved off the patron with a cheerful 'Goodbye'. "What's going on?"

"You shouldn't have to ask that," Rumple smiled at her. "Any time I get to see you, it's a good day." He paused. "That and my son is coming to stay with me and help me deal with this whole mess."

"Would I…would you mind bringing me to meet him?" Belle asked. "I would love to."

"Of course!" Rumple replied. "We just have to get through this work day and then I'll take you."

Belle took a pile of books and said, "Come on, let's go shelve these."

"All right," Rumple smiled. They worked together to shelve the books and then Belle gave him a deep kiss. Despite the fact that shelving was difficult for him, the kisses she would always give him afterward made it worthwhile.

After they closed up for the night, they went to meet Neal at the café.

"This is Belle," Rumple introduced her. "She was kind enough to give me a job at the library so I'm not entirely destitute."

"Thank you for helping my father," Neal replied and shook her hand, his dark eyes warm. "I appreciate it as much as he does."

"It's no trouble, really," Belle smiled and rested her head on Rumple's shoulder. "He really does help me as much as I help him."

They had hamburgers and then headed to Emma and Henry's house.

"Dad!" Henry cried, throwing his arms around Neal. "I'm so glad you're here! Tell me the story of how you got the lamp again. Please?"

"Of course," Neal told him. "Just let me have a seat first, all right?"

"All right," Henry nodded before going to greet Rumple and Belle.

When everyone was sitting down with drinks in hand, Neal began to recount again the story of how he got Aladdin's lamp and managed to keep it safe.

"Was there actually a genie in it?" Henry asked.

"I don't know," Neal shrugged. "I didn't want to risk finding out."

"Why not?" Henry asked. "I would. All those wishes!" He rubbed his hands together.

"Be careful what you wish for, buddy," Neal warned with a smile. "Things don't always turn out the way you expect."

"Indeed," Rumple smiled. "All magic comes with a price." He paused, his thoughts drifting to his current situation. "Actually, it's not actually just magic that comes with a price," he said ruefully. "Lots of other things do too."

"Don't worry about Milah and the witch," Emma told him. "David and I are already on that. Milah used her magic to rob a jewelry store today and last I heard, she was locked up."

"That's good," Rumple sighed. "But who knows how long it will last?"

"Well, if it goes wrong, we'll just think of something else," Emma said and put a supportive hand on his arm. "We're all here for you. You don't have to go through this alone."

"Thank you," Rumple said, looking at her thoughtfully. He could really tell she meant it. For one of the first times in his memory, Emma Swan was willing to help him, not because she owed him a favor, but just because she wanted to. It was nice.

When Henry yawned and Emma told him it was time for bed, that's when the party split up. Rumple took Belle home and saw her to her door, then he and Neal began setting up their living arrangements.

"I know I said it before, but…I'm really glad you're here, son," Rumple told Neal as he watched him make his bed. "Thank you for coming."

"You're welcome, Papa," Neal replied and straightened his sheet. He then got into bed and Rumple pulled the sheets over him and gave him a kiss goodnight. "Sleep well," he said as Neal shut his eyes. Then Rumple made his way to his own bed, tucked himself in, shut off the light, and drifted into sound sleep for the first time since this whole mess had happened.