Author's Note: I couldn't resist doing this chapter. Hopefully you laugh as much as I did writing it.

The gut wrenching screams from the upstairs bedroom nearly startled him from his study chair. On his feet in a moment, he infused his leg with magic and tore down the hallway and up the stairs, all the while listening to his baby girl scream.

Throwing open the door was the sight of a father's worst nightmare.

Naked and obviously interrupted, Anna was curled into a fetal position, her hands buried into her hair piled into a high and intricate braid at the top of her head. Liam was leaning over her from the side, trying his best to sooth her while an equally naked Roland was slamming open and closed desk drawers.

Both men had the decency to blanch and turn away from him as the door he'd thrown open slammed against the wall. Liam found a blanket and quickly covered Anna who was too out of her mind to notice his presence.

The sensation of broken magic permeated the room, and to his trained eyes, made the objects in the room shimmer minutely as the magic was reabsorbed.

He stiffened and averted his eyes, "What is wrong with her?"

Roland answered stiffly, "She's having a vision, a powerful one that broke Liam's spell. We need to find her art supplies before the migraine overwhelms her."

Liam groaned as he tried desperately to sooth the still wailing Morganna, "She said she looked and she didn't have any. Damnit, hold on!"

With a wave of his hand, Liam vanished in a cloud of yellow magic; and that's when he saw it, her eyes.

They were electric blue, and sightless.

"This smells delicious, Mom!"

Apple smiled at her fiancé before turning to look at her future mother-in-law, "He's right, it smells amazing. You are seriously the best cook!"

His mother blushed, "Oh, why thank you, Apple." Glancing over at Regina, the two of them shared a look, a tad uncomfortable; but it always was between them.

Apple had made it clear that her father and brother were coming as well, and so little Roland sat next to her, and she leaned over to remind him of his manners. "Tell Snow the food smells good."

"The food smells yummy, Ms. Snow, but I don't like vegetables."

Across from him, Regina and Robin smiled while Henry, who was seated on the other side of Roland, pointed at the green beans. "But they'll make you big and strong! You have to eat a lot of vegetables if you want to get big like Little John, right?"

Roland looked skeptical and turned to look at his father for confirmation. "He's right, Roland. Vegitables," Robin pointed to the green beans, "especially beans will make you exceptionally strong. Just like those super heroes in the paper books Henry gave you."

Apple looked at her brother quizzically, and Henry shrugged, "I gave him some of my old Marvel comics. He likes the Hulk."

"HULK SMASH!" Roland suddenly cried and banged on the table, with a fist, upsetting the water glasses meticulously laid out.

"Geesh Henry, you've seen our brother, give him something to read that doesn't glorify anger management issues."

Henry glanced between Roland and Apple, "Maybe that's a good idea."

"You think," she said dryly, before reaching over Roland's head and ruffling Henry's hair. "Ha! You have no idea how awesome it is not to be the little sister right now."

"You two," Regina ventured, hesitantly, though she now had all three of her children's undivided attention, "I mean, you three, seem very close."

Apple nodded enthusiastically, "We're all really, really close. Henry was a lot older when I was born, but he and Roland have been buddies from the beginning, isn't that right, Roland?"

"Yeah! Henry's awesome!" Roland exclaimed beaming from ear to ear.

Apple chuckled. "Henry was great. He," she paused, and for a moment, considered her words carefully, "He, well, he really took on an active role with Roland when dad left. They became really close."

Under the tablecloth, he slid his hand to her thigh and gave it a gentle rub. Apple was happiest talking about the time after her parent's split, anything before was difficult for her.

"And you and Henry," Regina asked, moving the conversation from a still confusing topic.

"Oh, well, you know, Henry's my big brother. Even though he was married and everything, we were still really close."

"He's married?" Emma said, her eyes wide as she sat between Robin and their father. Regina too had leaned forward.

"Well sure—" Apple started.

"But," he finished, "We're not going to talk about that."

"Wait, what? Why?" Apple turned to look at him.

"Because Henry has to forge his own path, we don't know how long we're going to be here, and 13 is not a good age to tell a girl that in a few years they're going to be married and working on baby number two."

"I have a baby!" Henry gasped before turning towards baby Neal in the swing. "That is so neat. Am I a good dad?"

Apple nodded, "The best! Mom says it's because you got so much practice with me and Roland, but," realizing what she'd said, she glanced up at her father who's shoulders had slumped. "Sorry dad, but it's true. Like we said, Roland was 12 when you came back, and someone had to show him, you know, how to be a man and stuff. Whatever it is you men talk about when us women folk aren't around." She turned back to Henry.

"Like you showed Roland how to shave! That, now that was freaking hilarious!"

"He was shaving at 12?" Robin asked, startled.

Apple's expression fell, "Well, no, not exactly. I think he was 14, but he asked Henry to show him how." She rushed forward when she saw the haunted look in Robin's eyes. "But it was really funny, because he went out and bought this really cheap razor and cut up his face and mom had to patch him. But before that, he came out of the bathroom with his face half covered with toilet paper, it was a riot. Liam made fun of him for next five years."

"I didn't even teach him to shave," Robin said, looking over at his son with desperate sorrow. "It just doesn't make any sense."

"No, it doesn't," he said, attracting all of the eyes at the table. "Our presence here is only supposed to change things from the point in time we arrived. Which means either you forget that Regina was responsible between now and Apple's birth, or something else is going on here." He turned to look at Apple. "I've been thinking about this since last night. Belle said Anna looked different, and if what Belle parroted back from Anna is to be believed, then the Sorcerer figured out her plan, and we might be walking into some kind of trap."

"What was her plan exactly," his father asked, and then looking sorry to say it, and add, "She doesn't strike me as the type who'd craft a strong one."

He shook his head, "She isn't, but remember Anna can see the future as well as spin Threads of Fate. This wouldn't be the first time she's used a vision to take some action."

Apple nodded, "The last time diverted an entire war with Agrabah and the genies, so generally speaking, when she interferes on her own, it's for a good reason." She turned back to look at him. "So what are you thinking? That the Sorcerer is somehow messing even more with this timeline?"

"I don't know," he shook his head and then laughed depreciatively, "this time travel stuff is too complicated for my brain. We need Cru to figure it all out."

"Cruella," his mother asked in shock, "What does she know about time travel?"

"A lot actually. But more importantly, she knows a lot about the Sorcerer." The blank stares around the table made him sigh, "Her sister, Mim had a rocky relationship with him a very, long, long time ago. It's a long story, but suffice it to say, she knows a thing or two, and if we want to figure out what he might have done, we're going to need her help."

Apple latched on, "Right, and since Cru and Ursula are good friends with Auntie Mel," she looked over and beamed at her mother, "I guess you're going to have to get on Auntie Mel's good side again if we want Cru to help us."

Regina groaned, "I can appreciate that in the future, Maleficent and I bury the hatchet, but I'd rather not find out that where we buried it was in my back."

"You worry too much, mom," Apple waved away. "You and Mel really do patch things up. I mean, she was always at the house, and then when we went back to Raven's Keep, she basically lived there. So relax, put on your big girl panties, and apologize because you were totally a terrible friend."

"Did you," Regina eyed her daughter, "just tell me to 'put on my big girl panties'?"

Apple looked embarrassed, "OK, maybe I should have phrased that different."

"What about how Emma and Hook's action broke time?" His father pushed forward to stop the argument, "I don't understand how Elsa's appearance did nothing, but Marion's did."

He shrugged, "I don't know either. Maybe because Elsa did eventually escape and got her kingdom back? Maybe because Marion wasn't supposed to be—" he caught himself and glanced at Roland who was busy glaring at the beans, "be here in any sense. Either way, Cru's going to have more answers than I do on the subject. I'm just following Regina's orders."

"Regina told you to come back and," Emma paused, "Stop Marion."

Indignation colored, Regina's face red, "And what are you implying, Ms. Swan?"

His sister shrugged, "Look, I'd understand, she broke up your marriage. All I'm saying is, maybe there's a reason only Marion was targeted. I'm not accusing you-"

"Well that's what it sounds like," Henry suddenly piped in, glaring at his blond mother. "My mom," he looked over at Roland and Apple, "our mom is a better person now. Grandpa said that she's the leader of the Circle Points, and she's working for the side of good."

"She is!" Apple injected.

Henry continued, "So my mom didn't do this, which means we need to look at this Sorcerer guy."

"Nice, Henry. Very nice." Apple smirked over at her brother, reaching around Henry to give him a high five.

With a sigh, Henry turned back to look at Emma, "I know my mom did some evil things in the past, but she's not the Evil Queen anymore. She's, um," Henry died out thinking about the new title for his mother.

"Technically, she's still the Mayor of Storybrooke since Snow took back her kingdom,"

"Your mom gave it back," he interjected into their old argument.

"Like she had much choice!" Apple tossed back before continuing. "But when we got back to the Enchanted Forest, King John didn't want to go back, so my mom took over his kingdom and renamed it Ravendale. The main castle is Raven's Keep. You would have inherited it if you hadn't abdicated to Roland so you could be king of Emma's lands, but then Roland didn't want it, so he ablactated to me." She waved her hand, "But then Liam gave up the crown ship, and I was dating Neal, and so I reinstated Roland, and now he's set to inherit Ravendale." She groaned, "But trust me, there's a lot of controversy over that one. Let's just say the Enchanted Forest is not an enlightened place, and Roland and Liam weren't exactly discrete. Add into that the fact that Roland is going to marry Rumplestiltskin's daughter, and the people are freaking out."

"Wait," Henry said, putting both hands on the table, "Did you just say I'm going to be a king?"

Apple glared, "Out of all of that, that's what you got?"

Neal just laughed, "Spoken like a true 13 year old. Trust me, Henry, it's not all it's cracked up to be."

"Do I really have to eat beans to get strong, Papa?" Roland asked suddenly, having ignored the conversation around him to glare at the hated beans.

Robin's eyes misted over, and rising from his chair, he rounded the table, and lifted Roland into his arms and held him tightly. His voice was watery as he bent down next to Apple and drew her under his other arm. Hesitantly, her arms came around his shoulders. "Yes, my boy, you have to eat them. And then you'll grow up to be big and strong so you can take care of your sister," he looked over at Regina, "and your mother. You'll take care of your mother too, when Papa can't be there."

"Dad," Apple started sadly.

"Don't cry, Papa," Roland had leaned back, and his small baby hands were gently wiping away his father's tears. "I'll eat them, I promise."

"Dad, don't—"

A burst of yellow magic filled the air directly behind Snow's chair, and Neal stood immediately at the threat, only to blanch when Liam stood stark naked in front of them.

"What the—" he began but was cut off as Liam spotted his target and rounded the table.

"Henry, I need those art supplies, now!"

"Holy crap, Liam put that thing away!" Apple covered her eyes.

"You think I wanted to be naked and in Grandma's kitchen. No! But Anna's having a vision, and we don't have any bloody art supplies!"

"And you couldn't stop long enough to put some damn pants on?" Apple continued, hiding behind her napkin.

"Oh I'm sorry, I figured this was the lesser of two evils considering Anna's vision disrupted my spell, and her screaming had her father busting down the door. Between you're squeamishness and Rumplestiltskin knowing what I just did to his daughter, I'm picking you, sweetheart!" He glared at Henry who'd been too stunned to move, "Oy, kid! Move your ass, I need those paints!"

Shaken, Henry bolted out of his chair, knocking it over, and raced for his bedroom.

Neal walked over to his baby self, swinging in the chair and grabbed the blanket covering him before walking back and handing it to Liam, trying not to laugh. "So, what exactly were you doing to Anna?"

"You cocky, bastard!" Liam snapped the blanket out of his grasp before tying it haphazardly around his waist. "He's the bloody, Dark One! Least you have to worry about is Regina! I'm afraid to go back there and see what he's done with Roland."

Then Liam smirked, having found and in, and leaned down to speak lightly into Apple's ear, "And technically, I was done. It was Roland who got interrupted—"

"Ah!" She screamed, jumping out of her seat. She was immediately in Liam's face. "I have told you, and told you, Jones, stop telling me about my brother's sex life! The three of you just go and do your thing, and I will live in my happy little bubble where none of you have sex ever!"

Pulling back, she took a wild, playful swing at him, and Liam ducked, dancing back behind Snow's chair.

"Oy, you hit like a girl, Dannie Apple!"

"I'm going to kill you, Jones!"

"Wait a minute!" Emma suddenly yelled, stopping the horseplay between Liam and Apple who were both breathing hard and grinning. "You said Anna was screaming?"

"Yeah" he waved dismissively, "nothing to worry about once I get those paints to her. Speaking of which," he turned his head to bellow down the hall, "Hurry up, Mate!"

"But, but she's screaming." Snow said, and Liam looked at his grandmother and ducked down to kiss the top of her head and give her a one armed hug. "Yeah, but it's just a bad one. Scares her more than anything. Big visions equal big pain, but once I get that brush in her hand, she'll be fine. She was already better when I skedaddled." He shook his head suddenly and closed his eyes. "You know, it's a lot easier to live with the Dark One when we have our own wing."

Apple took a potshot, "Please, you're sloppy when you're horny. He's walked in on you three like a dozen times."

"Three! Three times, and two of those times weren't my fault. And every bloody time he does it, I know he's going back to his dark little hovel of a spell room to cast some evil spell on me. You remember what happened last time."

Neal couldn't help it, he laughed.

"Exactly!" Liam said, throwing out his arm and nearly losing the blanket. "I had that headache for an entire month, you remember! Coincidence, I think not!"

"Sorry!" Henry raced back into the room, a drawing pad and some colored pencils peeking out over the lip of his backpack. "I couldn't find a bag but you can just take this one. And the paint was all dried up, only the black still worked so I threw it in there." He handed the bag to Liam and stepped back, "Is that Neal's baby blanket?"

Liam rolled his eyes, "No, I like running around in Thomas the Tank kilts, lets the family jewels air a bit."

Henry's face fell at the sarcastic response, and thankfully Liam saw it. His large hand reached out to clap his big brother on the shoulder, "I'm just kidding. Thanks for these Henry, you're the best brother a guy could have."

Then he turned to face Apple, and threw out with a cheeky grin, "By the way, took Roland three seconds to realize Anna was having a vision instead of a mind blowing or—"

"I'm going to kill you!"

With a dramatic puff of magic, Liam disappeared, his laughter lingering in the disheveled room.

"How long will it take her to complete?"

Roland shrugged, "She'll be done when she's done. Sometimes she works quickly, sometimes it can take her all day."

The pirate's son had excused himself to shower after supplying Anna with colored pencils, and Roland had remained to help her sit up in bed and begin the process of drawing her vision. Her blue eyes glowed with an inner light that made them radiate electric blue, but Roland seemed unconcerned, and he'd let it go as a common occurrence.

"Is, is she still in pain?"

Anna's keening whimpers had disappeared once the pad of paper and had been placed in her lap and the pencil in her hand, and though her expression was completely relaxed and vacant, the thought that she might be silently suffering was more than he could bear.

"No, Mr. Gold, she's fine now. She probably won't even remember that she started screaming."

He nodded, watching his daughter work. It was a strange sight. Unlike an artist who blocks his paintings with a rough sketch, Anna was instead working like a printer; using the black pencil in her hand to draw all the dark and shaded spots, starting at the top of the page and working down. It made sense then, how Roland had lined up her colors in a single file line.

"So," Roland began nervously, and his head came up to eye the boy. "Do you want to talk ab—"

"I would prefer to never speak of it again."

"Right, good idea."

The knock on the bedroom door was light and hesitant. "Mrs. Gold? Mrs. Gold, may I come in?"

The door popped open to reveal Grace, and Belle set down her book and nodded, "Of course, Grace."

The new teen nodded and pushed her way in, carrying a silver tray. "You didn't come down to dinner and I thought you might be hungry."

"How thoughtful," she smiled, and beckoned the girl inside. "Thank you, I didn't realize I'd missed dinner." She scented the air, "It smells delicious, did you cook this?"

Grace looked down at the blow of soup and half burnt grilled cheese, before nodding solemnly, "Yeah. The soup is from a can, but I made the sandwich. Papa's stove is different from my mom an," she corrected herself, "from Brandy and Mark's, so I sometimes burn things. I tried to pick off the worst of the burned parts."

She patted the bed next to her, "Well I think it looks absolutely amazing. And you'll get the hang of that stove soon enough. I'm sure your Papa is ecstatic to have you cooking for him."

Grace nodded, her face breaking into a happy smile. "He says everything I cook him is better than the last, but I know he's fibbing so he doesn't hurt my feelings. Still, he always eats everything, so it can't be that bad."

Reaching out her hand she took the sandwich and broke it in half before lifting the burned part to her lips and taking a bite. The charred bread was dry and bitter, but she chewed expressively and swallowed, "I think it's wonderful. Maybe tomorrow you could show me how to make something?"

"I'd like that!" Grace said, sitting up with a blooming smile, "And maybe you could teach me to make something, Mrs. Gold."

She smiled, "How about orange freezer jam? The baby loves oranges. Orange juice, orange jam, even orange candy." She reached out a gentle hand to caress her stomach and watched as Grace eyed her curiously.

"Is she moving? I heard it's a girl, and that babies move a lot when you give them the things they want."

Belle nodded and smiled at Grace, "It is a girl, an ugly, deformed, stupid child. But don't worry, I have a plan to make her all better."

"Mrs., Mrs. Gold?"

"Grace," Jefferson's voice was mildly disapproving as he stood in the door, "Are you bothering Mrs. Gold? I thought I told you to let her rest."

With one parting glance, Grace stood and walked over to her Papa. "I'm sorry Papa, but I thought Mrs. Gold might be hungry, so I brought her some dinner."

"Which was very kind of you, Grace." She said warmly. "You're a very good girl to take such good care of your guests."

Jefferson nodded, taking Grace under his arm, "You're very kind, Belle. We'll leave you to get some rest. Come along, Grace."

"Goodnight," she called, before putting the uneaten sandwich back on the tray, and retrieving her book.

AN: So, did you laugh or cry?