Author's note: Hi everybody! Thanks again to my lovely readers, reviewers, followers and favouriters!This is my take on who I think Tamara is. Hope it sounds authentic, and i hope you enjoy reading it!

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Tamara was walking along a hiking trail near the convent when she felt someone's eyes watching her.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are!" She called out.

Though Tamara knew who it was, who had been watching her, she was nevertheless surprised when a little boy stepped out from behind a tree.

"Hello Tamara," the little boy said, his stance and his eyes showing maturity beyond his years.

Tamara cocked her head to one side. Her senses told her who the boy was, yet he appeared nothing like how she remembered him.

"August?" She asked. "Is that you?"

The boy nodded.

"I turned back into wood," he explained as he came forward. "So, the Blue fairy turned me back into a boy."

"Well, wasn't that nice of her," Tamara smiled. "It's been a long time, August."

"Yeah," the boy continued to approach slowly. "I never got the chance to thank you for the information you gave me."

"Did it help?" She asked.

"Well, it helped me ensure that the saviour was free to come to Storybrooke when the time came." August granted. "Thanks for telling me where she was."

"I didn't know it was her, remember?" Tamara reminded him. "I was keeping an eye on Baelfire."

"Looks like Destiny brought us all together," August smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes.

"Yes, it did," Tamara agreed. "Fate always has a way of ensuring the right people meet each other."

"You didn't meet Neal because of Fate," August told her.

"Why are you here, Pinocchio?" Tamara asked him.

August took another hesitant step forward.

"I spoke to Henry at school today..." he began awkwardly.

Tamara laughed softly.

"Oh yes," she smiled, "what's it like, going to school all over again?"

"I'm in an advanced class," August told her shortly, taking another step forward until he was looking into the woman's face.

"You asked me to help you meet Neal," August told her. "You said that you could keep him away from Emma until she broke the curse, in exchange for the information on the Dark One's dagger."

"And I did," Tamara told him.

"You didn't say anything about getting engaged to him," August hissed. "When Henry told me, I have to admit, I was surprised." He smirked. "I didn't know you cared about Baelfire that much."

"Of course I care about him," Tamara told the boy. "I was the one who comforted him every night when he woke up screaming from nightmares. I healed every wound he sustained in battle with those pirates, and I helped him find the magic bean he was looking for to bring him to this world."

"So you followed him out of love?" August asked mildly.

"It was my job to watch over him," Tamara hissed. "It was my job to find this world, to return the wands, and I needed to know when the curse would break. That's why I needed your help to meet him, he wouldn't recognise me here."

Tamara averted her eyes.

"I just didn't expect him to fall for the saviour and have a child with her."

August frowned.

"So who is he to you then?" He demanded. "Your job or your Love?"

"He's my fiancé," Tamara answered.

August chuckled without humour, and it sounded strange coming from such a young boy.

"From what I know," August said slowly, "fairies don't get married. That's why the curse turned them into nuns."

"I'm not a nun, and this isn't our homeland." Tamara argued. "What do you care anyway? You didn't mind breaking both his and Emma's hearts. I had to help Bae heal, again."

August swallowed guiltily.

"That was because I needed Emma to come and break the curse." August explained. "Now, I'm trying to make up for all the things I did."

"How noble of you," Tamara said drily.

"Why did you agree to marry Neal?" August asked.

"I care deeply about Neal," Tamara whispered.

"Caring, isn't enough to marry someone." August replied. "Not in this place."

Slowly, Tamara let out a breath.

"We had made our deal," she reminded him. "And I had a job to do. I needed to keep Bae away from Emma until the Curse broke, and I needed to find Storybrooke to give the fairies their wands back." Tamara lowered her eyes. "Neal would have left me if I had refused him."

August nodded slowly.

"So, now that you're here, what are you going to do now?" He asked.

"That's what I'd like to know," a voice demanded.

Turning, Tamara found Emma and Rumplestiltskin standing a short distance behind her on the hiking trail.

"Dark One," August whispered.

"You are so lucky you're a little boy now, puppet." Rumple growled, though his eyes never left Tamara.

"August," Emma called. "I suggest you get outta here,"

Nodding, the boy turned and ran.

"So," Emma said to Tamara, whose eyes were on fire as she lifted her chin proudly. "You're a fairy."

"And you've deceived my son," Rumple added, a warning growl entering his voice.

"Rumplestiltskin: the Dark One," Tamara greeted. "From what I've heard, I thought you'd be more subtle than this."

"When it involves my son," Rumple hissed, "I prefer a more direct approach."

Tamara nodded.

"Yes, I've heard that too. So, are you going to turn me into a snail and step on me?" Tamara asked.

Rumple smirked. "Oh no, you're safe from me, dearie," he told her ruefully. "I promised my son I would do nothing to harm you."

"I'm so relieved," Tamara said calmly. "What do you want, then?"

"Answers," Emma demanded. "Who are you, Tamara?"

"Why should I tell you anything?" Tamara shot back defiantly.

Waving a hand, Rumple caused the roots of a tree to rise and bind Tamara's ankles, holding her fast.

"I made the promise not to hurt you," Rumple repeated. "But I can be creative."

Tamara swallowed, going over her options. There weren't many.

"Answers," Emma repeated firmly.

Tamara's gaze drifted from The Dark One to The Saviour warily, before she squared her shoulders.

"My name is Tinkerbell," she told them.

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"I'm getting worried," Charming muttered, checking his phone again. He hadn't heard anything from Emma all day, except to say that Henry and Neal were going to the Cannery after school for some sword training, and would be back by five thirty.

She hadn't told him anything about Tamara, and every time he tried calling her, he just got her voicemail.

"I'm sure Emma's fine," Snow tried to calm down her husband. She'd returned home from her first therapy session with Archie to find her husband pacing the living room restlessly.

A knock at the door broke David from his thoughts, and he looked up to see Henry enter the apartment, followed closely by Neal.

"Hey Gramps," Henry greeted happily. "Neal taught me how to fight a pirate. It's way different to dueling a knight."

"I thought you wanted to be a knight, Henry?" David queried his grandson.

"I do," Henry assured him. "But Hook attacked Mr. Gold, and he could come back anytime now, so..." Henry finished, "I thought I should learn how to fight a pirate. Hook's not gonna be happy when he finds Mr. Gold still alive."

"Don't worry, Henry," Neal assured his son. "We'll protect our family."

"Absolutely," David took his grandson by his shoulders. "Hook won't hurt us."

"I know that," Henry nodded. "I just wanted to help protect our family too."

"Well, judging by your lesson today," Neal grinned. "I think you're off to a good start."

"Dad says I'm a natural," Henry said proudly.

"Well, you're my son," Neal told him.

"He's my grandson," David added, glancing at the man who left his daughter in jail and pregnant.

"So he gets it from both sides of the family," Neal granted.

"Is Emma home yet?" Henry asked. "I want to show her the stuff I learned today."

David shook his head, becoming even more worried.

"No, she's not," he said slowly. "I haven't heard from her since this morning. I was kind of hoping she might have been with you, Henry."

"No," Henry shook his head, anxiety showing in his own eyes.

"We saw Emma a couple of hours ago, at the docks," Neal answered.

"What happened?" David demanded as Snow folded her arms, becoming more concerned herself.

"She was trying to tell me something about...Tamara not being who I thought," Neal began awkwardly. "She said she was trying to warn me."

"Tamara isn't what you think." David told Neal firmly. "She knows about magic."

"You got proof of that?" Neal asked.

"Nothing solid," David admitted. "But Emma said she was going to talk to Tamara."

"Yeah, she did," Neal said. "And she got nothing."

David frowned. "If she's already talked to Tamara," he muttered. "Then where is she now?"

A knock at the door sounded and Henry went to answer it.

"August!" He greeted happily.

"I really miss my motorbike," Pinocchio panted, holding onto the doorframe, exhausted. "Pedalling is so hard. I can't wait till I can get my licence again."

"August?" Neal said in confusion. Henry had told him that August was a boy again but still...it was completely different to seeing him as one.

"Neal!" Pinocchio panted, stepping into the room. "David. You guys gotta come quick."

"What's wrong?" David asked, already reaching for his holster.

"Emma and Gold have cornered Tamara on the forest trail by the Convent," August explained in a rush.

"What?" Neal demanded.

"Oh, don't worry about Tamara, Neal," the former puppet told the man earnestly. "Her magic is powerful enough for her to take care of herself."

Neal felt something icy settle in the pit of his stomach.

"Tamara has magic?" He asked, his voice catching in his throat. Had Emma been right?

Pinocchio nodded, wincing in sympathy.

"Yeah, she's kind of...a... fairy," he explained awkwardly. "I've been wanting to talk to you about that."

"What?"

"Never mind that right now," David interrupted. "We have to get to Emma and Gold, quick."

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"Tinkerbell?" Emma repeated. "You're Tinkerbell?"

Tamara nodded proudly.

"August told me that 'a little fairy' told him about my knife," Rumple whispered. "I had thought he meant the Blue Fairy."

Tamara shook her head.

"No, it was me." She admitted. "I was tasked with keeping watch over Baelfire after he went into Neverland."

"Yes, and how, exactly did that happen?" Rumple demanded. "The Blue Fairy told Bae that that bean would take him to a land without magic. So how did he end up in Neverland?"

Tamara took a breath.

'Well, it couldn't hurt them knowing that side of the story,' she thought to herself.

"Everyone thinks the Blue Fairy is such a benevolent person," Tamara began. "But she's just as in love with her power as you are, Dark One."

"What do you mean, pixie?" Rumple asked slowly. "Explain yourself. And don't leave anything out."

"Most people don't know much about magic beans," Tamara explained. "They think you can just pick any old magic bean, and it'll take you wherever you want to go." She raised her eyes slowly. "But it doesn't work that way. Each bean takes you to a different land."

"The Blue Fairy sent Neal to Neverland on purpose?" Emma asked.

Tamara nodded.

"The Blue Fairy is known as 'The Original Power'," Tamara quoted. "And while she doesn't like to admit it, she is very proud of that title."

"Why did she send my son away?" Rumple demanded.

"She actually wanted to send you away, Dark One," Tamara told him with a smirk. "She wanted you out of her realm, so that she would be the only power able to influence it. She of course, said that she was doing it for the Greater Good, and that sending you to another land was the only way to protect those in her realm...but the truth is, she just didn't want the competition. Bae was just the means to an end."

Rumple's expression became as dark as his eyes. He really needed to resume his chat with the Blue Fairy.

"After Bae left, and Blue discovered that only he had gone through the portal, The Blue Fairy sent me to Neverland after him." Tamara continued. "She wanted me to learn from him."

"How could you have been sent after him," Rumple asked, "if there were no more magic beans in our land?"

"Well, Blue wasn't being entirely truthful, when she told you that, Dark One." Tamara said plainly.

"I didn't think fairies lied." Emma said flatly, watching Gold out of the corner of her eye to make sure he wasn't going to attack Tamara as promised. Gold looked like he was struggling, but he held himself together.

"Well we don't actually lie," Tamara granted. "We just give our version of the truth."

"Mother Superior," Emma remembered. "This morning she told me I didn't have to worry about you seeing fairy magic because fairies knew how to keep their secrets."

"Exactly," Tamara smiled. "I am a fairy, so what does it matter if I see magic? And we know how to keep our secrets from those we want to hide from. For there were no magic beans in our land," Tamara answered Gold's query, "that Blue was willing to spare. And Neverland was filled with magic, as well as magic beans, so we used them as a means to communicate."

"And pass on any information my son confided in you," Rumple understood now.

Tamara nodded.

"I was told to keep an eye on him. I comforted him after every nightmare, and as he began to trust me, he told me more about you, and your knife, confident that there was no threat, as he didn't know how to get home, and I passed that information on to the Blue Fairy."

"Why would she want to know about The Dark One?" Emma demanded.

"Because he was still in her realm," Tamara said slowly. "And she wanted him gone. She was trying to find ways in which to dispense with the Dark One, without creating a new one. Needless to say, she failed." Tamara finished lightly.

"And my son?" Rumple demanded.

"I wanted to help him," Tamara said, her voice strong. "He had gone to the Blue Fairy asking for help and she had taken advantage of that trust. So, after the Blue Fairy sent me the fairy wands for safe keeping, and informed me to deliver them back once the curse had broken in The Land Without Magic, I helped him find the magic bean that would bring him to this world."

"And you followed him." Emma stated and Tamara nodded in confirmation.

"I kept track of the years, and when it was time, I used a bean myself to bring me to this world." Tamara explained. "Many Lost boys had journeyed to different lands once they grew tired of Neverland and yearned for something more than fighting and flying, so I searched for past Lost boys in this world- Neverland magic still lingered around them."

"Greg," Emma realised.

"I found him, and while he didn't recognise me full sized, once he learnt who I was, he remembered me." Tamara told them. "He agreed to help me and began searching for possible places while I continued to search for Baelfire. Eventually, I found him living, as Neal, on the streets in Portland with you, Emma."

"And that's when you met August?"

Tamara nodded.

"I still carried my senses with me, if not my full magical power," Tamara explained. "The passage from Neverland to other worlds is much smoother than most. I could tell what August was. And when I told him who Neal was, and he realised who you were, we made a deal."

"You'd give August the information he needed to get Neal to leave me, and send me to jail so I could break the curse later," Emma said slowly, remembering the conversation they'd just overheard, "and in return, August would help you get close to Neal, so that he would bring you to Storybrooke when the Curse broke."

Tamara raised her hands and began clapping slowly.

"Well done, Emma," she congratulated. "No wonder you're the Sheriff."

Rumple stepped forward, a smile creeping across his face.

"Well," he whispered. "Now that that's settled..."

With a flick of his wrist, Tamara flew backward into a tree, pinned to the trunk and unable to move.

"Gold!" Emma warned. "You promised not to hurt her!"

"Yes, I promised not to hurt Tamara," Rumple granted moving closer to the fairy who had used his son. "But this is Tinkerbell, now, isn't it?"

"There's no difference and you know it," Emma grabbed his shoulder, getting the man's attention. "Are you really going to break another promise you made to your son?"

Conflict rippled across Rumple's face. The woman he held pinned had used his son, made him think she loved him, all so that she could do her job as a fairy. However, he had promised his son no harm would come to Tamara, and he didn't want to risk losing his son again.

Reluctantly, Rumple released his magical grip, and Tamara fell to the ground coughing.

Emma kept her hand on Gold's shoulder, keeping her eyes on him.

"We came to get proof," she reminded him. "And now we have it."

"Proof of what?"

Emma and Rumple turned to see David, Neal, Snow, Henry and August making their way towards them along the hiking trail.

Seeing his fiancé on the ground rubbing her throat, Neal's eyes flashed towards his father.

"What did you do?" He demanded angrily, rushing over to help Tamara to her feet.

"She's unharmed, son," Rumple said quickly.

"Yeah, right," Neal scoffed. "Tamara," he turned anxiously to his fiancé, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Neal." She nodded.

"Emma," Snow came forward to get her daughter's attention. "What were you thinking?"

"We needed proof that Tamara was lying to us," Emma explained. "And we got it. She confessed."

"Oh, did I?" Tamara asked, eyes shifting nervously to Neal. "And where's your proof of my confession?"

"Right here," Emma held up her phone. Pressing a button, she held the device up.

"Tinkerbell?" Emma's voice sounded from the phone. "You're Tinkerbell?"

"August told me that 'a little fairy' told him about my knife," Rumple whispered. "I had thought he meant the Blue Fairy."

"No, it was me." Tamara answered calmly. "I was tasked with keeping watch over Baelfire after he went into Neverland."

Emma hit the stop button, figuring that was enough.

Neal's wide eyes stared at Tamara as he backed away from her slowly.

"Tamara?" He whispered. "Please tell me..."

Tamara swallowed, caught out.

"Neal," she said carefully, holding her hands up pleadingly. "I can explain."

"You knew?" Neal whispered. "You knew who I was this whole time?"

"It was the reason she met you, Bae," Rumple informed his son gently. "August agreed to help Tamara meet you in exchange for information."

Neal's eyes flew toward the former puppet who stood beside his son.

"That's... what I wanted to talk to you about," August confessed guiltily.

Neal held up his hands. He couldn't take this...

"I can't escape, can I?" He demanded. "Everywhere I go, magic follows me around!"

He turned back to Tamara.

"I was just part of your plan? Was anything you ever said to me real? Do you even care about me, at all?" His voice was rising with every question.

"Neal," Tamara whispered, reaching out to touch his check, but Neal shoved her hand away.

"I wanna know!" He demanded. "Tell me the truth, Tamara, right now!"

"Okay," Tamara raised her hands again. "The Blue Fairy sent me to keep an eye on you in Neverland, and when you left, I followed you as we got closer to the time the curse would break."

"And?" Neal demanded.

"I...lied about the things from my past, obviously." Tamara granted. "I wasn't born in London, I just got the idea from Wendy and her brothers..."

Neal was getting frustrated.

"And?"

"And," Tamara breathed. "I do care about you, Neal."

All the energy appeared to rush out of Neal's body, and he had lean against a nearby tree for support.

"But you never loved me," he whispered despondently. "Did you?"

Tamara swallowed.

"No," she whispered. "I'm so sorry."

Casting her eyes around at her audience, Tamara thought it best she leave. Flicking her wrist, Tamara slid her wand from the sleeve of her jacket.

"Goodbye, Neal," she whispered.

And with a wave of her wand, Tamara vanished in a swirl of sparkling light.

Neal gazed numbly at the spot where his fiancé had been standing moments before, and it took him a minute until he remembered that there were other people around him.

"Well," he mumbled. "I guess this means the wedding's off."

Rumple watched sadly as his son slid dejectedly down the trunk of the tree until he was seated on the ground.

Making his way forward, Rumple reached for his son's shoulder.

"Bae," he whispered.

But his son flinched at his touch, shaking him off as he pushed himself to his feet.

"Don't touch me," he muttered angrily. "All of this happened because of you."

"Son," Rumple pleaded. "Tamara was using you."

Neal was breathing hard now. The only thing in his life he thought was normal was gone.

"I can't get away, can I?" he asked his father. "No matter what I do or where I run, I can't get away from magic, can I?"

"It's part of our world," Rumple said gently. "Your world, son. It's part of who you are, part of your past. So you are drawn to magic and it is drawn to you."

Neal shook his head, as he continued to back away.

"Don't hurt her, dad." He begged his father.

"I've already promised I wouldn't," Rumple reminded his son reluctantly.

"But I know you," Neal hissed. "Don't hurt her, don't turn her into anything, don't use any magic on her!"

Rumple stared at his son, shocked.

"She was using you Bae," he whispered. "She never loved you."

"But I loved her!" Neal was becoming desperate now. "I loved her! Don't do anything to her, promise me!"

"Oh, son," Rumple whispered.

"Promise me!"

Slowly, Rumple nodded in agreement.

"I also promise not to use magic on her," he whispered slowly.

Breathing hard, Neal nodded in gratitude before covering his eyes with his hands. He couldn't handle this...

Suddenly, he turned and began sprinting.

"Bae!" Rumple called after his son, but Emma grabbed his shoulder once more.

"No, let him run," she told him. "I think he needs to run right now."

"He's hurting," Rumple whispered, wanting desperately to take his son's pain away. "He's hurting so much."

"Yes, he's hurting now," Emma told him. "But he will heal, in time."

Rumple turned sharply towards Emma.

"You remember our deal, Emma," he whispered.

"I do," Emma nodded. "And I promise, Gold, I will find your son."

"And you promised to heal him," Rumple reminded her.

"But," Emma added. "While we now know who Tamara is, we still don't know what her plans are."

"Oh, you let me handle that," Rumple told her confidently. "You just make sure you uphold your end of the deal."

Emma nodded. "I'll find him, Gold," she assured him. "He can run, but I'll always find him."

Rumple smiled knowingly.

"That's what your family is good at." He granted.

Emma turned back to her parents.

"Can you take Henry home?" She asked. "I have to find Neal."

"I thought you were going to let him run?" David asked.

"He doesn't need to be transported anywhere," Emma clarified, glancing at Gold, "he just needs time to cool down. But," Emma continued, "it's still not safe for him to be running through the woods, especially as it's getting dark."

"We'll take Henry home," Snow assured her daughter quickly.

"But I wanna find Neal too," Henry objected. "I wanna help my dad."

"You can help by going home and letting your mother do her job, Henry," Gold told the boy.

David folded his arms across his chest.

"And what exactly is Emma's job in this deal you made?" He demanded.

"To help my son heal," Rumple told the Prince mildly. "As you could see, he's not interested in finding comfort from me, but as his father, I hate to see my child hurting. I'm sure you can understand that, Charming," He met the Prince's gaze. "So, I thought your daughter would be better suited for the task."

David frowned.

"And how is she going to heal a broken heart?" He asked.

"Well, that's up to her, now isn't it?" Rumple countered smoothly. He then turned to Emma. "But first, you need to find him."

"I will," Emma assured him, before turning back to her parents. "Just make sure Henry gets home okay. See you guys later," she told her family.

Turning, Emma began running, following the path Neal took through the woods.

David turned to Rumplestiltskin.

"What the hell was that?" He demanded.

"What was what?" Rumple asked, politely curious.

"Your deal was for Emma to 'heal' your son?" Charming asked suspiciously. "How do you expect that to work?"

"Well, like I said: that's up to her," Rumple repeated smoothly, unaffected by the Prince's temper.

"I don't want to see my son hurting, but he won't talk to me. Emma, on the other hand, is in a better position to reach him than I am. Now, if you'll excuse me," he added quickly before the Saviour's father could retort, "I have to have a little talk with another fairy."

The Dark One disappeared in a swirl of smoke.

David clenched his jaw in anger as Snow quickly turned to the kids.

"Okay, Henry, time to get you home," she said, steering him back in the direction of the car, which they'd parked at the convent. "You too, August. Marco's probably worried sick."

"Yeah," Pinocchio sighed glumly. "I'm still making my father unhappy, even though I'm trying to fix things."

"David," Snow called.

David had been staring thoughtfully in the direction Emma had run and his wife's voice started him out of his thoughts.

"I should follow her," he told Snow, but his wife shook her head.

"Emma told us to take Henry home," Snow reminded her husband. "Our daughter is perfectly capable of taking care of herself, you've said that before."

David nodded reluctantly, wishing he could take back those words.

"But..." he turned to look along the trail again.

"Charming," Snow said firmly. "Do you trust our daughter or not?"

Exhaling, David slowly made his way over to his wife.

"I trust her," he said.

"Then let's go." Taking Henry and August gently by their shoulders, Snow led the way back to the car, her husband following behind, resuming his thoughts.

'I trust Emma,' he admitted to himself. 'It's Gold and his son I don't trust.'

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Emma eventually came across Neal at the end of the forest trail, near the car park. Panting heavily as he paced restlessly between the trail and the concrete.

"Neal?" Emma called hesitantly.

Neal's head shot shot up.

Then he took off running again.

"Neal, wait!" Emma took off after him.

Neal came to a stop at the end of the car park, only to begin pacing again.

"Emma," he warned, "I don't wanna talk right now."

"I know," Emma tried to keep her voice calm, so that he didn't start running again. "But it's probably not a good idea for you to be running through the woods at the moment."

Neal slowed in his pacing, but keept moving.

"I don't wanna talk," he repeated, and his voice cracked slightly.

Slowly, carefully, Emma moved forward.

"How about a drink, then?" She suggested.

Finally, Neal came to a stop, looking at Emma with surprise.

"You actually want to have a drink with me?" He asked, sceptically.

"Well, you could keep on running," Emma told him. "But, I'd just find you again."

Taking a deep breath, Neal conceded her point.

"Fine," he agreed reluctantly. "Don't want to go back to the hotel, anyway."

Emma led him over to her car, and she flinched internally, as she had dropped the Sheriff's car at the station before going to see Gold.

Neal's eyes widened.

"Is that what I think it is?" he asked.

Emma gazed at the yellow bug, avoiding Neal's eyes as she made her way to the driver's seat.

"It was the only thing I had after I got out of jail," she told him firmly. "Pinocchio took the twenty grand you gave him."

Neal's hands came up to his mouth, and Emma realised that this was probably not the best time to tell him that.

"Do you want a drink, or not?" Emma asked, gesturing for him to get in the car.

Numbly, Neal opened the car door and slid into the seat.

"Oh, yeah," he mumbled. "I really need a drink."

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Author's note: Did it sound authentic? Was everyone in character?

I know it wasn't a big 'showdown' type thing, but I had to remember that Rumple had promised not to hurt Tamara, but still wanted him to be the protective dad. Emma's also still the Sheriff and had to follow the rules too.

I also wanted Charming to be protective, after hearing that Emma was to heal Neal's broken heart as part of a deal. What would a father think when he heard that?

I wanted to add some more stuff to this chapter, but felt that this 'confession' deserved it's own chapter.

Please tell me what you think!