AN: Thank you so much for reading! I'm glad that everyone is enjoying this. Like I said, I am a review junkie, so if you could, please drop a line.

AN: I was informed that some people may not enjoy the fact that I changed Niall's name spelling. I can understand the concerns regarding the fact that it may be hard to difficult to reconcile my character with the original character due to the change. Which is a possibility. I know I have problems sometimes with other stories that have the same problems. However, that is okay. My Niall is different than Neal. My Niall is much darker at times, due to the fact that my Neverland is much darker. Of course, I would love to get your opinions about it all.

AN: Here's Chapter 2. Three out of our five main characters are meeting our hero couple this chapter. Hopefully you enjoy it. Have fun!

Mr. Gold wasn't sure why he felt the need to hire an antique restorer. He had done fine on his own, but for some reason, he had the desire to get someone new. He also didn't know why he had chosen one Niall Cassidy, but he had to admit that the man was good. So, Gold had made the offer, including the gift of making sure they had a house. He was even willing to give them a one month reprieve on rent.

But the fact that he didn't know the exact reason for doing something was bothering him. So he decided that perhaps it would be a good idea to check on the family.

He limped his way up to the house, smiling to himself. He had chosen the two-story house with the picket fence on a whim. Knowing that the family had spent its time in large cities, he thought that the ideal little house was perfect for them.

He glanced up at the moving van and stopped by the gate of the fence. He turned, about to walk towards the door when a little girl stopped him.

She had to have been about seven or so, and on top of her head was a rather well-worn leather tricorne hat. Gold raised a single eyebrow at her headwear, but said nothing.

"Hi!" The girl chirped. "I'm the Dread Pirate Morgan."

"Ah," Gold noticed a man making his way towards the fence, but kept his attention on the girl. "I'm Mr. Gold."

"Oh! You're Daddy's new boss." She abruptly turned on her heel and screamed up towards the house, "DADDY!" Only after the word left her mouth did she notice the man right behind her. He stumbled back a step, eyes wide.

"Holy cow kid, I'm right here," He said, shaking his head. He raised an eyebrow at her. "Did I just hear you introduce as the Dread Pirate Morgan? Again?"

The little girl tipped her chin up, crossing her arms in a display of childish stubbornness. "Yep."

The man sighed and glanced at Gold. "I swear, it says Anna on her birth certificate."

"Children will be children," Gold said with a smirk. "You must be Mr. Cassidy."

"I am," He stuck his hand out. "Mr. Gold, correct? It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The same. I was just coming by to see how you were settling in."

"Wonderfully. The house was extremely generous, I have to say." Niall glanced back at it. "Our last apartment was a little on the small side."

"Henry and I almost had to share a room." Anna agreed. "It was horrible."

"You, boxes, now," Niall ordered, shooing his daughter off towards the van. "Little monster."

"Pirate!" She hollered over her shoulder, bouncing away.

"Yes, yes," The man sighed, then turned back to Gold. "Would you like to come in? It's a mess, us moving in and all, but I'd like you to meet Henry and Emma."

Something in Gold's mind pinged at the name 'Emma', but he shrugged it off. "I'd love to," He said. It would be a good idea to figure out what he was dealing with anyways.

They made their way up towards the house, Niall speaking over his shoulder. "I have to say thank you again for the house, Mr. Gold. This is beyond generous."

"It's no problem, Mr. Cassidy. I just hope your work is worth it," Niall turned to see a shark's grin on the older man's face. Niall gave a grin of his own.

"Oh, I think it is. Of course, I may be biased."

Gold felt like laughing, which was impressive. It had been a very long time before that had happened. Mostly because very few people ever wanted to actually speak to him.

The front hall was bare, but the living room was covered in boxes and random pieces of furniture. Gold did have to admit to himself that this was one of the finest houses he owned. The floor was hardwood, the walls painted in warm and inviting colors. It had big windows in the living room, allowing light to come pouring in. The kitchen was nice and big, with a breakfast bar and almost new appliances. It even had a study and a den on the bottom floor, with the three bedrooms upstairs. It also had two full bathrooms.

Perhaps the boy was right. He was being absurdly generous.

A pretty blonde woman and a young boy were standing in the kitchen, unloading boxes of plates and bowls. They both looked up as Niall led him into the kitchen.

"Hello handsome," the woman said with a smile.

"Hello gorgeous," Niall answered with a smile of his own.

"Oh, Niall, you're here too," The woman's smile turned into a smirk. The boy snickered from behind a box. Gold's eyes widened, amused. Very few people joked around him, and very few ever complemented him.

"Haha, Emma," Niall said with a roll of his eyes. "Why did I marry you again?"

"Cause I'm awesome. And I put up with you." Emma replied, before walking around the counter to Gold. She stuck her hand out. "Hi, my name's Emma."

He went to shake her hand, but as he touched her skin, it all washed over him. Who he was, who Emma was, the curse, everything. His eyes widened. "Emma, what a pretty name," He murmured, mind racing, holding her hand for a moment.

Emma blinked. "Thanks." She pulled her hand back and traded a look with her husband, who was also looking at Gold oddly. Rumplestiltskin on the forefront of his mind, he tightened his grip on his cane to clear his mind. Now was not the best time.

"That is Henry," Emma continued pointing to the boy still behind the island. The imp in his head giggled darkly at the irony of names, but Gold just nodded to the boy.

"Hi," Henry said smiling.

"Hello, Henry." Gold tilted his head.

"Emma, this is Mr. Gold, my new boss." Niall said.

"Oh, thank you so much for the house," Emma glanced up. "It's amazing."

"You're welcome, dearie. I'm pleased that you enjoy it." It was necessary for the Savior to want to stay after all. He now realized exactly why he had hired Mr. Cassidy.

What luck Emma's husband was an antique restorer.

"So, that was interesting." Emma commented quietly. Niall glanced up from where he was throwing a blanket over the mattress currently on the floor. They hadn't set up the bed frame yet, so they were making due.

"Yeah, it was."

"What do you think happened? I mean, it felt like we were talking to a completely different person after he shook my hand." Emma walked over to drop onto the mattress. She laid down, sprawling over the blanket.

"If I had to bet, I would say you broke his curse," Niall said, watching her with a smile. She was in one of his t-shirts and a pair of boy shorts and looked completely relaxed.

"You say he remembers?" Emma asked, propping herself up on her elbows.

"Probably," Niall shrugged. "My father doesn't do anything without a loophole. This curse is no doubt his design, so yeah, I bet meeting you was the trigger to snap him out of his curse."

"Huh." Emma dropped her head back. Niall lowered himself onto the bed next to her, hand splayed across her stomach. She hummed in her throat, making him chuckle.

He leaned up to lay a kiss on her neck when they heard the distant ring of the clock tower. Emma blinked. "Isn't time supposed to be frozen here?"

"Cursebreaker," Niall muttered, nibbling at her collarbone. "Your presence is making time go forwards again. Now shush. I'm concentrating."

"Excuse me. By all means, keep concentrating." She wiggled a little, arching her back slightly.

Niall pressed his lips against hers, grinning. Footsteps sounded on the hardwood of the floor, and both of them sighed. "New place?" Niall offered as a reason for their children's arrival, rolling away from her.

"Probably." Emma muttered, sitting up. They both turned to the opening door. Anna and Henry both leaned in the room.

"Mama?" Anna asked quietly. "Papa?"

"Come on in, kiddos," Emma said, waving her arm to welcome them in. "What's wrong?"

They both came running in, jumping onto the bed and making Emma bounce. She laughed as Henry plopped his book into her lap. Niall grinned and propped himself up on an elbow.

"Is it true?" Henry murmured.

"What, kid?" Niall questioned.

"The curse?" Anna reached over and flipped a few pages to show the end of the book. Both Emma and Niall looked down to see the picture of the clock tower. They traded looks, eyes wide.

"Uh, why would you think that?" Niall hedged.

"Dad, we're kids, not stupid." Henry rolled his eyes. "Besides, we've read this book a thousand times. You've read it to us a thousand times. We notice stuff."

"Like how the waitress looked exactly like Red Riding Hood." Anna added.

"Or how when we were in town, the clock said 8:15, but we just heard it ringing." Henry continued.

"So is it true?" Anna flipped another page to show the picture of Snow White holding her daughter. The word Emma stitched onto the blanket stared up at them. "Are you Snow White's daughter?"

"Yes," Emma whispered. She hated this particular page. It always showed her the exact thing she had always wanted in life, but the one thing she couldn't have. "As far as I know, yes," She traced her name in the book.

"So, what do we do?" Henry sighed at his parent's confused faces. "Oh, come on. This is an adventure! We want in. Besides, you need our help."

"How do you figure, munchkin?" Niall reached over to poke his son.

"We're kids. We can ask crazy questions about curses and magic, and no one will look sideways about it. Especially since they will be too busy staring at Anna's hat."

"Hey!" Anna shoved her brother. "There is nothing wrong with my hat."

"No, there is nothing wrong with it. The whole thing is wrong." Henry retorted.

"Kids, enough," Emma wrapped her arms around both of them, covering their mouths with her hand. "You may have a point about the questions, but you need to understand. This could get dangerous."

"Magic is always dangerous. And you guys will be in danger just for being ours." Niall added. "We will do everything in our power to keep you safe. But you have to try to keep your heads down."

"Yes sir," both of the kids said, nodding.

"Good." Emma pulled them both closer. "So, which story am I reading tonight?"

"Wait! I have more questions." Henry looked up at her. "Since Snow White is your mother, does that mean you're a princess?"

"Yes," Emma muttered, shifting slightly. She didn't like to think of herself as an actual princess. Niall grinned at her discomfort.

"So that means that I'm a prince?" He asked.

"Yes."

"So I can be a knight? It's actually possible?"

Emma groaned. Niall sighed. "Yes, Henry, you could be a knight. But you would have to earn that honor. And that won't happen until you are much older. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

"This means I can't be a pirate, huh?" Anna asked, her voice low. "I have to be a princess."

"Why do you want to be a pirate?" Niall questioned. "It's not a great life. I've met pirates, they aren't as cool as you think they are."

"You met an actual pirate?" Anna's eyes were wide.

"Yes. It's not something I like to talk about, but I've even sailed a pirate ship." Niall admitted. He watched as his children stared at him as if he said he had grown a third head. "What? I had a misspent childhood."

"You just got a million times cooler, Daddy," Anna said with a nod.

"If only that lasts through your teenage years," Niall replied dryly. Emma laughed.

"Seriously, though. What story do you want me to read?" She flipped through the book.

"Beauty and the Beast!" Anna shouted, bouncing a little.

"No, when Prince Charming fought the dragon!" Henry shot back.

"Executive decision," Niall interrupted the ensuing fight. "How about you read Cinderella? It's got Rumplestiltskin and your parents in it, so it should appease the masses."

Emma nodded, ignoring how her kids both made faces at their father. "Once upon a time," She began.

Regina glared at the moving van. This new family, so cute and cuddly. A handsome husband, a pretty wife, two adorable children, it all made her sick to her stomach.

"They're cute," Belle stepped up to the window, sipping her morning tea. "It's been forever since we've gotten new neighbors."

"He did this on purpose." Regina snarled, pointing at the window. "He chose the house across the street on purpose. He's taunting me."

"Gina, that would require memories. My love doesn't remember, remember?"

"It's Rumplestiltskin, he's doing this on purpose!" Regina resisted the urge to stamp her foot in frustration. "There is something wrong with this family. Didn't you hear last night?"

"I heard you breaking a glass." Belle answered. "What else was I supposed to hear?"

Regina flinched, suddenly realizing what she had said. "Nothing," She muttered.

"Liar," Belle accused, tilting her head. "What was it, Gina? What did you hear?"

"It was nothing."

"Fine, don't tell me. But I will find out. And when I do, you know there is going to be hell to pay. So you might as well tell me now."

"Fine. The clock tower rang last night."

"The clock tower did what?" Belle's jaw dropped, her eyes wide. She stared at Regina in shock. "Does that mean-?"

"Yes, the curse is weakening." Regina sighed. "No doubt you'll be planning to run off to help Snow White now, hmm?"

"Why would I want to do that?" Belle shook her head, placing her tea-cup down on the end table. "I'm not on Snow's side and you know it. I spend too much time with the dark side of power. They won't welcome me with open arms."

"You believe that? All you have to do is show them that chain on your ankle and they'll let you in. After all, I am holding you against your will."

"Not really, not anymore. And besides, even if I pulled that one, what happens when they find out about my love? Even being his friend is enough to get me tossed out of the Disney princess club."

Regina raised an eyebrow. "Seriously, the Disney princess club?"

Belle shrugged, grinning. "What? It seems to fit them. Perhaps they aren't all sunshine and happiness like the movies, but they are still judgmental when it comes to what is considered good and evil. I don't have the patience to deal with it. I learned a long time ago that the world is not black and white. It's layered in gray, and you just have to figure out which shade you are."

"Poetic."

"Thank you. So, this all begs the question, what are you going to do about the curse breaking?"

"What do you think? I'm going to stop it."

Belle sighed. "Any ideas on that one? Because I have to say, you probably don't even know how they are breaking the curse in the first place."

"No, you're right, I don't." Regina turned, eyes narrowing on the family. "However, I'm sure I can figure something out."

"Well, my advice is to meet them first." Belle stepped back, picking up her cup and making her way back to the kitchen. "First rule of war, know your enemy. Figure out what you're dealing with. I'm headed to the store, do you need anything?"

The mayor shook her head.

"Alright, but Gina, don't do anything drastic. Maybe this is for the best. Maybe the curse breaking is a good thing." Belle grabbed her keys and made her way to the door. "Look on the bright side.

Regina watched her go, then turned back to the family across the street. She bit her lip, trying not to let the overwhelming sense of fear wash over her. There was no bright side to the curse breaking. If it broke, it would mean the fall of her kingdom and he execution. It would also mean the Belle's execution as well, if they ever found out that she had knowledge of the curse at any point. Rumplestiltskin would be behind bars if they could catch him, even if he was willing to help Belle. She knew that he thought that Belle was in her back pocket when the girl tried to break his curse. No doubt if he remembered, then the last twenty-eight years would only cement that theory.

Probably didn't help that she had bragged about that exact thing at one point in time.

That wasn't important however. What was important was the fact that she wasn't going to let some little family ruin her little kingdom.

A plan built in her mind. Perhaps it was time to know her enemies.

Belle walked into the house and stopped, eyes widening. It wasn't very often that she got to smell the scent of freshly baked apple pie. It usually meant that Regina was up to something.

"Oh dear," She murmured, stepping into the kitchen to place the bags in her arms on the table. "What are you up to?"

"What?" Regina asked, face innocent. "I can't fix something up to welcome our new neighbors to the street?"

Belle blinked and pointedly looked at the cooling apple pie. "Is someone going to need to be kissed after they take a bite of that?"

"Haha, I love how much faith you have in me." Regina muttered wryly. "No, it's just a pie."

"Huh." Belle shrugged her shoulders. "Well, when are we going over there?"

"Right now. I was waiting for you to get back."

"afraid to go over alone?" Belle asked, mockingly.

"No, I'm afraid of nothing." Regina snapped. "However, you are annoyingly good at getting a read on people, and beyond that, I believe I would like to supervise this meeting."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're a bleeding heart," Regina said, picking up the pie and stalking towards the door. "I'd rather you didn't find some reason to adore these people."

"Ah, I'm insulted." Belle followed, smirking. "You make it sound like I feel sorry for everyone." Regina shot her a look, to which she tilted her head in contemplation. "Okay, you may be right."

They walked across the street together, the scent of apples trailing behind them. They paused for a moment at the open door and traded looks quickly.

"Knock, knock," Regina called. A moment later, a woman appeared from around the corner. She paused slightly, taking in Regina in her power suit and Belle in her skinny jeans and heels, but stepped forward, smiling.

"Hello, my name's Emily," She said, holding her hand out.

"Hello, I'm Regina Mills. I'm the mayor of this town. Here, a gift for you, to welcome you to the town." She offered her the pie. Emily took it, blinking at it.

"Apple?" She asked, though Belle picked up a hint of trepidation in her eyes.

"Yes. I picked them from my tree." Regina explained airily. She smiled, a wicked smile. "I do hope you and your family enjoy it."

Emily's eyes narrowed slightly. Belle raised an eyebrow. That wasn't really what she had expected from the woman. It was almost as if she knew who Regina was.

Which was ridiculous. No one knew about the curse.

"Thank you." Emily said quietly. "This is kind of you. Would you like to come in?"

"Sure," Belle stepped in, her lips curling in a smile. "I'm Lacey."

"It's nice to meet both of you." Emily led them into the kitchen and set the pie on the counter. "So I'm guessing you live nearby?"

"Oh, across the street," Belle said, nodding towards the house. "We saw you moving in and figured you'd like a welcome."

"Thanks." Emily looked up as a man sauntered into the kitchen. He blinked at the visitors, almost in surprise, and shot Emily a look. She shrugged, holding up the pie. "They made us pie."

"Nice," The man sounded apprehensive though. "Apple?"

"Yep."

"Awesome," His smile was fake, his eyes wide.

Belle blinked. These people had to know who Regina was. That was the only reason for them to look frightened of a pie. The only reason they would be mention about it being apple.

"Honey, this is Regina, the mayor of the town. And this is Lacey." Emily waved an arm to them. "Ladies, this is my husband Niall."

"Hello, Niall." Belle smiled. She stared at him, something tickling in the back of her mind. There was something about his eyes and the way he smiled at his wife. It felt familiar in some way.

"Lacey," Niall nodded, coming up to stand beside his wife. "So, just coming to welcome us in town?"

"Of course. We are your neighbors after all." Regina gave him her evil smile. Something hardened in his eyes at the sight of it, causing another flag to go up in Belle's mind. Something was off here.

"They live across the street." Emily provided.

"Ah," Niall said. "I'm glad that we have such welcoming neighbors."

"Of course. If you need anything, you can always ask." Belle offered.

"Thank you. I do have a question," Emily questioned, causing her husband to glance over. "Do you know anyone hiring?"

"Oh, you need a job?" Regina asked, eyebrows raising. "I thought that was why you came to Storybrooke in the first place."

"Rumors," Belle explained hastily. "Danger of a small town."

"No problem. You're right though, I got a job," Niall stated, leaning forward onto the counter. "Em needs a job, though. I'm terrified of having her stay home with the kids." Emily punched his arm and he yelped. "Hey! It's true!"

"Anything you can do, I can do better." Emily snapped back. She turned to the women. "But with the munchkins in school, I will probably need something to do. I get bored easily."

"I do too," Belle said with a smile. "However, I don't know of anyone hiring. I'll keep an ear out for you if you'd like."

"Thanks." Emily grinned at her.

"Just a question, but who did you get a job with? I didn't realize there were any open in town before." Regina said. Belle thought about kicking her, but couldn't do so without making it look like an accident.

"Mr. Gold hired me," Niall said smoothly. He smirked. "I restore antiques and he said he needed an extra hand in his shop."

Belle licked her lips, but studiously ignored the outright glare that Regina was shooting her. She never had any doubts that her love's sticky little fingers were in this mess.

She just wasn't ever going to admit it out loud.

Especially not to Regina.