"Let me go!" Belle snapped at Milah. "Let me go right now!" She squirmed in the chair where she was tied and tried to get herself out.

"Now, now, what good would that do you?" Milah asked. "I'm trying to teach you an important lesson about what a mistake it is to let yourself get involved with my husband. I called Regina and told her to tell him what's happened to you. Now we'll be able to see if he thinks you're worth saving or not."

"Of course he'll think that!" Belle said. "He's a much better man than you seem to believe."

Milah gave a rueful chuckle. "My, my, you're the optimistic one, aren't you? If you had the sort of the life I had with him, you wouldn't be able to be so certain. He was a coward and he let down me and our son."

"I'm sorry things were terrible in your marriage, but that doesn't mean they'll turn out the same for me," Belle told her. "Cause if your marriage was so problematic, it could be that it wasn't just Rumple's fault, but yours also. It couldn't have been a picnic living with someone who was never satisfied with any effort he made and chose only to make his life miserable."

"Shut up!" Milah replied and hit her hard enough to knock her out cold. It was just after this that Rumple burst through the door with Neal (who'd insisted on coming with Rumple no matter how many times Rumple said he was going to go by himself) at his heels.

"Belle!" He cried when he saw her slumped over "What in the hell happened to her? She better not be dead!"

Milah grinned. "And so what if she is?"

"Well, what I've done to your friend Zelena I'd be more than happy to do to you," Rumple told her and started to raise his cane over his head.

"Papa, don't!" Neal cried. "Belle's still breathing."

"Luckily for you," Rumple hissed at his ex-wife while he held her by the collar. He then dropped her on the floor and attended to the much more important thing: seeing if Belle was all right.

"She looks all right," Neal said as Belle's eyes opened and she tried to focus. "I mean, other than that bump on her head. We should probably take her home and have the doctor check her out just to be sure."

"You take her," Rumple instructed and turned back to Milah, his eyes narrowed. "I have some business to attend to first."

"No," Neal told him. "You're coming home with Belle and me. Let Mother be."

"Why?" Rumple demanded. "Are you telling me that I'm supposed to leave her unpunished after what she's done?"

"No," Neal shook his head. "She and Zelena will both pay for what they've done, but it's not your place to mete out justice. Now come on!"

"R-Rumple, come on, please," Belle said in a weak voice from her place in Neal's arms. "We have to go. It…it's not worth it." She then passed out and Neal carried her out to the car, hoping with all his might that his father would follow, and not find any excuse to delay them. He didn't think Belle was in much danger, but that didn't mean she shouldn't be looked at by a doctor as soon as possible. So he was very pleased when Rumple followed him a few seconds later, watched him get Belle in the backseat of his car, and then after the two of them were settled, Neal took off for Regina's house.

"She's not dead," Neal quickly assured a worried Emma when she opened the door to let them all in. "Just unconscious. Belle took swift blow to the head, it seems."

"Well, that explains Sleeping Beauty then, doesn't it?" Zelena drawled.

"Do us all a favor and stop talking," Regina snapped.

"You know what an easy way to keep her silent would be?" Rumple said through his teeth. "Put her in the damn bottle!"

"Oh, there's an idea!" Regina smiled. "Sydney, I wish Zelena was not allowed to speak at all."

"No problem, my queen," Sydney called and soon Zelena was opening and closing her mouth, but no words were coming out."

"Couldn't you have done that on your own?" Henry asked curiously as he watched the genie sit next to Zelena and watch her like a hawk.

"Yes, but Sydney needed something to do," Regina said.

"Speaking of people needing things to do, I'll call the doctor back," Emma offered and pulled out her phone. "That bump on Belle's head looks like it could be a problem."

"You call the doctor and I'll call the sheriff," Neal said.

"Why do we need to call the sheriff?" Regina asked. "Why can't we just take care of Zelena right now? It wouldn't be difficult!"

"I'm not calling for Zelena," Neal said. "I'm calling for my mother!"

"Good luck," Rumple scoffed. "Since we didn't call from her house, she's probably long gone by now."

"That won't be a problem," Emma assured him. "We can find her."

"And when you do, be sure to hold her for kidnapping, holding Belle against her will, and that bump on the head," Rumple told her.

"Oh, we won't leave anything out," Emma promised. "Since you're going about this the proper way, we'll make sure you get your justice."

"You better," Rumple told her and took Belle's hand.

After Neal got off the phone with Doctor Whale and Emma got off the phone with David, Emma followed Neal to the door. "'Thank you' aren't words in your father's vocabulary, are they?" She asked.

"I'm sure that once Belle has been avenged and he's no longer feeling murderous, he'll thank you properly," Neal assured her. "Just be patient."

Taking the fact that Milah had most likely escaped into consideration, once Neal and Emma were gone, Regina looked at Sydney and said, "Put Zelena in the lamp now."

Zelena's eyes widened, and she obviously mouthed "Excuse me?"

"We know you're up to no good just like Milah and we really can't afford you escaping and causing more trouble, can we?" Regina asked. "Therefore, you're going to be put in a place where you can't cause trouble: the bottle." She caught Sydney's eye. "Sydney, I wish Zelena would go in the bottle and that you'd be free in her place."

"All right," Sydney smiled as he did the required magic and Zelena let out a soundless cry as she was sucked into the bottle.

"There we go," Regina smiled. "Good luck, Sydney. What are you going to do with yourself now?"

"You know, you spend all your time thinking about what you'll do when the moment comes, but when it happens, you can't think of anything," Sydney told her. "But I'll find a way to occupy myself, I'm sure." He then looked at Henry. "What do you say we go and get that bike I promised you?"

"Can we do it, Mom?" Henry asked Regina. "Please?"

"If Sydney wants to, I don't see why not," Regina replied. "Just be back in time for dinner."

"All right," Henry nodded. "We will."

It was after they left that Doctor Whale appeared. "Okay, where's the patient?" He asked.

"What took you so long to come back?" Rumple asked him irritably. "You were just here!"

"Well, in case you don't remember, you didn't zap any other doctors here besides me when you cast the curse, so I can't be running out every five minutes to make house calls," Whale reminded her. "But never mind that. I'm here now. What do we have here?"

"Belle was whacked on the head," Regina replied. "There's a bump and she's gone in and out of consciousness a few times. Does she have a concussion?"

Whale sat down next to Belle, who was waking up again, and helped her sit up with some help from Rumple, whose lap she'd been resting on.. "All right, sweetheart," he said to her as Rumple bristled at the nickname. "I hear you got a bump on your head."

"Yeah, I do," Belle nodded. "Feel around. It shouldn't be too difficult to find."

"Yep, there it is," Whale replied. "Now, when you look at me, how many of me do you see?"

"Just one of you," Belle told him. "But my head really hurts."

"That's not uncommon after being whacked the way you were," Whale told her and then got out a light to check her eyes. "Do you feel nauseous?"

"No," Belle shook her head.

"Dizzy?"

"No," Belle shook her head again.

"Stand up and take a couple of steps for me," Whale instructed. Belle did so and managed to stay on her feet. She also told him that there was no ringing in her ears , or anything else that would indicate that she'd been hit.

"Well, that's quite remarkable," Whale commented. "Based on the bump, I would have expected more after effects than just a headache, but like you say, you do seem fine." He paused. "But just to be safe, make sure you have someone keep an eye on you for the next twenty-four hours, and if you do feel any of the symptoms I asked you about, make sure you come by the hospital so we can do something for you."

"Thank you, Doctor," Belle told him. "But I think I'm gonna be all right."

"I'll watch her, Victor," Rumple promised. "Just as closely as I watch you."

"Good," Victor replied, unfazed. "Cause that's what she needs right now."

They watched him go and then Belle lay her head on Rumple's shoulder as Regina headed to her room to read.

A few hours later, the phone rang. It was Neal, calling to say that Milah had been caught and brought to the sheriff's station, and that with her safely locked away, he and Emma would be home soon."

"All right," Rumple told him. "Thank you for calling, son."

"Is Belle all right?" Neal asked.

"Yes," Rumple replied. "The doctor said she made through remarkably well, but we have to look after her for the next day or so just to be sure."

"What a relief," Neal said, sounding genuinely relieved. "We'll be back in a little while."

"All right," Rumple said. "See you then, son."