Under the hospital, cell B6
Bae had found new ways to entertain himself over the last ten years. There really wasn't much to do, after all, he was in a small metal box. At first he tried talking to himself, but he put an end to that quickly. There was no way he was going crazy. Tic-tac-toe by himself was no fun either, he always won. Fantasizing about Emma: too painful. Thinking of Ways to kill Regina: fun but there are only so many ways you can kill a person. His father... never even tried. Taking a deep breath he decided to try it. He let himself slip back to the past full of green lights and sparkly men. He opened his eyes, beads of cold sweat dotting his forehead. Never again. He decided to take of his jacket when something in the corner caught his eye. He crawled over and picked it up. It was a bobby pin! Regina must have dropped it yesterday when she came to visit him. Quickly he ran over to the lock on the door and shoved the bobby pin inside. The lock clicked. Quietly as he could he opened the door and stepped out in the hall. As fast as he could he ran down the hall. In his head he thought, "Suck on that Regina!" He was finally free. At the end of the hall there was a door and he went through it. The sun was blinding. Across the street was an inn. As fast as he could without drawing attention to himself, he ran across the street and into the inn. "One room please," he said smiling handing the old woman at the counter some money. "I haven't seen you around before, are you new here?" she asked. Blaize smiled. "You could say that. My name's Blaize." he said, extending his hand. The woman took it and shook it warmly. "Call me Granny, everyone does." she replied as she gave him the key to his room. He ran upstairs, enjoying the feeling of running.
He hid out for a few days, mostly to make sure Regina didn't find him. On the third day, he ventured out to the convience store to buy a soccerball. He didn't know if he could stand being cooped up for much longer. It was a clear Saturday morning and there was a park by the old clock tower that had an old net and he wanted to use it. When he got there, there was a young boy sitting on the bench reading a huge book. His dark brown hair fell close to his brown eyes, but unlike Blaize, his hair didn't cover them. Blaize took the ball and started shooting, he hadn't practiced in a while but he still was pretty good. As time went on, he tried trickier and trickier shots. After about and hour he noticed the boy was watching him intently. Blaize walked over and sat next to him. "What are you reading?" he asked kindly. The boy's eyes pierced through him, the sensation was familiar, but he couldn't place it. "Once upon a time. Are you new?" the boy asked. Blaize nodded. "I'm Henry Mills" the boy said sticking out his hand. "I'm Blaize Spinner." Blaize answered taking his hand. "Do you hang out alone like this a lot?" Blaize asked. Henry nodded. "People think I'm weird 'cause I know the truth about this town." he said, his eyes downcast. Blaize frowned. "What's that?" he asked. Henry stared at him. "I don't want to think I'm weird." he said quietly. Blaize smiled. "I wouldn't think you're weird even if you said Rumpelstiltskin was a real person." he said kindly. Henry's eyes shot up at him. "That's the truth!" he exclaimed "Everyone in this town in a storybook character! No one remembers who they are though." Blaize went white. "R-Really?" he said. Henry nodded solemly. "You are by far the smartest kid I've ever met." Blaize said. Henry grinned. "That's means a lot coming from you." he said returning the warm smile. "I gotta go. My mom will kill me if I'm not at my appoitment with Dr. Hopper on time." With that Henry got up and left. Blaize smiled after Henry. He really liked that kid.
As soon as he was out of sight from Blaize he bolted towards the diner. He thought about his encounter with Blaize. It was weird talking to him, having him not know that he was his father. He must have escaped! He couldn't wait to tell Emma! Sure, Regina would be a little upset if he missed another appointment with Dr. Hopper but Emma was more important. Emma was right where Henry expected her to be, at Granny's Diner talking to August. Henry tapped her on the shoulder. "I found him," he whispered in her ear. Emma's eyebrows shot up. "Not now, see him tonight." Henry continued, "He's staying at Granny's Inn."
Henry's words haunted Blaize. His own father wouldn't remember him. His papa who he had worked so hard to find. It was getting late so he went inside the inn, waved tiredly to Granny, then trudged upstairs to his room. It was about midnight when he heard knocking at his door. "Teenagers," he thought grumpily, remembering his crappy mood. The knocking continued. He yelled at the door, "Shut up!" several times but it didn't work. Finally he got up out of bed and opened the door. He found himself face to face to last person he had expected to see. Emma Swan.
Emma crept through the night, towards Granny's Inn. Earlier that day, she'd been talking to Ruby and found out in what room the "stranger" was staying. She went upstairs and found his door and started knocking. Nothing happened. After about ten minutes, she heard a muffled "Shut up!" from inside the room. Taking deep breaths she continued. Emma didn't come all the way here at midnight to be ignored. Finally, she heard footsteps from inside the room. Holding her breath she waited. the door swung open. In the doorway was a man of average hight, his chocolate hair sticking up in odd directions, his brown eyes glazed over with sleep. "What do y-" he said the stopped realizing who was at his door. "Emma," he whispered. Emma launched herself into Blaize's arms. "I missed you." she whispered in his ear. "I missed you too." he whispered back. He led her into his room, where they talked for the rest of the night. Emma told Blaize about his father. "He remembers you." she said bitterly. Blaize held Emma cheek in his hand. "Is that a bad thing?" he asked. Emma sighed. "I hate Mr. Gold. He's evil and manipulative and always collecting rent!" she said angerly. Blaize just shrugged. "Welcome to my world. " he said. "I have something else to tell you." Emma said quietly. "What?" asked Blaize. Emma gulped. "I have a son." "Oh, um- with who?" Blaize asked umcomfortably. Emma smiled at this. "You." Blaize looked astounded. "M-Me?" he said shakily. "His name is Henry." Emma said, still smiling. Blaize gasped. 'I met him at the park! He told me about a curse and fairytales!" he said. "Tomorrow you'll get a proper meeting," Emma promised "After you confront your father."
The next morning
They stood just outside Mr. Gold's Pawnshop. Blaize turned to Emma. "You'll come with me right?" he said, his voice shaking. "Of course. Henry's meeting us here in half an hour." With shaking hands, they pushed open the door. As they walked around, Blaize saw a collection of odd things. He turned to the counter, expecting to see someone there, but instead there was a note that said: Out. Blaize looked up and saw on a high shelf, a brown ball. Grinning, he reached up and grabbed it. "This was mine. I can't believe he kept it after all this time." he said softly, bouncing the ball from knee to knee. Emma stared at the ball. "You really had a bad childhood, didn't you?" she said. Blaize laughed. "Up until I was 13 it was awesome. Sure we weren't that rich, but we had each other and that was enough." he replied simply. Emma turned her head towards the back office. "Let's go in there," she said, tugging his hand towards it. Blaize followed. The stepped in and the first thing Blaize saw was a silver dagger on the back table. "No, he didn't" he whispered, horrified. Slowly he walked over and picked up the dagger. The name Rumpelstitskin shone brightly on the blade. "He kept it." he said staring at the dagger with loathing. "What's that?" Emma asked. Blaize never had a chance to answer. At that moment the door swung openand Mr. Gold stared at both of them in shock. "You kept it," Blaize said angerly advancing on Mr. Gold. Mr. Gold looked back and forth between the dagger and his son. "Bae," he said his arm outstretched. "Why did you keep it?" Blaize asked, he voice faltering a little. "What was I supposed to do with it?" Mr. Gold retorted. Blaize looked horrified. "I don't know! Maybe try to find a way to become... you again? Maybe try to find me?" he said his voice getting increasingly louder. Emma put her hand on Blaize's arm. "Calm down." she whipered. Blaize took several deep breaths. "Bae I'm so sorry. There hasn't been a moment I've been here where I haven't been looking for you." Mr. Gold said, taking a small step forward. Blaize bowed his head, and Emma could see something in his eyes she'd never seen before. Indesicion. "I forgive you papa." he said lifting his head and smiling.
One week later
They all sat at the same booth at Granny's, talking and joking. Bae sat next to Henry, trying to describe an orge to him, while Emma rolled her eyes across the table, unbelievingly, and Mr. Gold just sat there and smiled taking in the joy of having his son back. Emma and Bae were planning to get married in the spring. Emma wanted something low- key, and Bae wanted whatever Emma wanted. They were happy and that's all that mattered.