A/U: I do not own OUAT, Disney, Oz or anything else, thank you again for all the kind reviews so lets just jump right into it. Sorry for the grammar errors if any I tried to fix all of them but I am using some free form of word and it doesn't translate here well... *hands everyone a box of tissues* (and no this is not the end...)

The Mickey Mouse phone rang at Mr. Gold's Pawnshop. He didn't like the red and black mouse but Belle had liked it so he let her hook the old thing up to appease her.

"Mr. Gold speaking" Gold said wondering who the heck was calling him? He couldn't remember the last time someone had actually called him here, if ever. Unless it was...

Regina cackled on the other end. "Rumplestiltskin still holding on to that silly name?"

"Regina" he said in a bored tone. Now that magic was back and everyone knew the evil Regina had done she had locked herself in her mansion. No one but a few dares souls braved to go near her. So, why was she calling him? A deal perhaps?

"I met an interesting man today while I was out pruning my apple tree" Regina said with a smile thinking about Rumple's face turning sour.

Mr. Gold played stupid. "Oh? And what does this have to do with me?"

"He is new in town, and you know exactly what he has to do with you. He said he was off to visit the sheriff, so I gave him a few presents, a welcome to Storybrooke gift. Your boy does like apples doesn't he Mr. Gold?" Regina cackled the question into the phone.

Mr. Gold set the phone down and grabbed his cane. He walked very swiftly but calmly towards the sheriff station. He did not notice anything out of the ordinary outside except that Emma's yellow beetle was there and the sheriff's patrol car was not.

The door was unlocked and he made his way down the main hallway a lump in his throat. He turned the corner and entered the main room afraid to see his son's dead body on the floor. But, nothing was there. He made his way around the room, curiosity getting the better of him. He made his way past the desk that held the book inside and the desk with the vase of flowers on it. Mr. Gold's cane tapped on a garbage can in a peculiar spot in the middle of the floor. He glanced inside seeing the apple cut to pieces. Mr. Gold let out a laugh. A maniacal little laugh that wasn't from this world.

Not this time Regina he though as he exited the building. Happy that for now Regina's tricks hadn't worked on Baelfire.

The vase of flowers sat on the desk, waiting for their moment...

The two companions got in the sheriff's car and took off towards the woods on the west side of the town. Silence passed between them. Baelfire could feel she was holding something back.

Emma spoke softly keeping her eyes towards the road in front of her. "Henry thinks we met before, is that true? Have you been spinning stories in his head? I just started to believe in fairy tales, past lives are another thing all together. He said I was your Dorothy" She parked the patrol car on the side of the road near the toll bridge, getting out she walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk pulling out two shovels. After the incident with Kathryn she started to keep more supplies in the back of her car, just in case.

Baelfire laughed getting out the passenger side he walked over to the trunk as Emma handed him a shovel. "That's a good way to put it, past life. No, nothing like that. I was just telling him a few stories of my journeys, it doesn't matter now" he said as Emma shut the trunk he started to follow her down the trail towards the woods. doesn't matter now. Lie. His heart ached. It did matter.

A crackle of thunder could be heard in the distance as dark clouds grew closer to them. These clouds screamed caution and beckoned away from the woods, but neither heeded the warning as they started tow walk into the the woods.

"Bae, it matters to me, please?" Emma said, always the curious soul wanting to fill her heart with answers. From her position in front of him she waited for him to catch up to her as the trail into the woods grew more narrow. The forest engulfing them, the trees and shrubbery much more alive now that magic was in this land.

There was the killer not only saying his nickname, his real one, not his made up fake name but the three perfect letters that rolled off her tongue so sweetly he wanted to beg her to say his name again just so he could hear it, but he contained himself. The second was saying 'please' it had always been his father's weakness and now it seemed like it was his as well. And so he obliged the princess with what information he gave to his young friend the other night. "I told Henry of a time when I was traveling through Florida. I met a little blonde haired girl in pig tails that scared some ugly Kiss characters off." He told her everything as they walked along the path getting closer to the cabin.

Emma stopped dead in her tracks. She had never mentioned what happened that Halloween to anyone. She tucked that Halloween anyway in her memory as one of only a few happy experiences in that foster house as a child. She kept the thought of being Dorothy close to her heart against the furthest wall where no one could take that memory away from her.

As the duo finally made he last twenty feet towards the cabin Emma stuck her shovel in the ground. She never told about that Halloween. "You were the wolf man?" Emma questioned him with such integrity. She couldn't bring herself to believe it had been him. She shrugged the warm feeling. She had to be strong now. "So, we had a moment when I was little"

Baelfire told her the truth "I thought about you every day since, those big blue eyes calling out to me. I hoped you had survived out there in the world. I wanted to go back, take you with me. I knew I felt something special about you. You touched the mask, not afraid of the big bad wolf, curious even"

Emma could feel a tear escape her eye. It had been real. And someone out there had been thinking about her. She turned away from him hiding her emotions as she wiped the tear away. "And I thought it was a dream." She spoke boldly turning back towards him. "Aren't we suppose to be finding that knife? She asked digging into a patch of fresh ground.

Baelfire gave a low huff, this girl, this woman hurt him without her even knowing. He hit the ground with his shovel again. "I heard once a dream is a wish your heart makes when you are fast asleep"

The rumble of thunder was closer now. The rain started to fall lightly around them. Brushing the ground with water, making it easier to dig. Neither cared. The small tiny dots rolled off Emma's jacket as she looked over at Baelfire. Watching the man dig, his strokes deep and in sync almost with a rhythm.

"My heart brought you me on Halloween? Seems a bit far fetched" Emma said repeating the same digging pattern a few feet away from him. It did appear someone had been digging multiple holes here. She thought if they didn't find the dagger she would question Mr. Gold for his time spent in the woods.

"As far fetched as fairytale land" he gave a half crooked smirk towards her "possibly to help you be brave. You didn't need me, not really, you were already brave on your own. But you can keep believing it was blind fate. Maybe you need me now"

"I don't know what you're talking about" Emma plays her best opossum, feelings weren't her thing. She had been a loner for a reason before Storybrooke.

Henry had told Baelfire briefly about the past sheriff. He wondered if that was why she was so closed off? "It's tragic what happened to him Emma. But, I'm here, and I have a heart

"I can't" Emma almost screams through rain coming down harder now.

"Or won't" Baelfire said plainly. He went back searching for another area of soft ground.

He spoke the truth. Emma turned away as the rain fell harder to the ground. She could not confront him. She was not brave, at this moment she didn't feel like the savior at all.

He placed his shovel in a soft spot and stated to dig again upset she won't let him in, upset if he didn't find this dagger then it was all for nothing. But another feeling over came him, something old and ancient calling out to him. "It's here, don't you feel it?"

"Ace. We should go, the storm" Emma called out as a bolt of lightning hit the roof of the cabin shooting fragments of white light across the sky. She stopped shoveling and walked over to him, grabbing the top part of his right arm the rain making his leather jacket slippery to the touch.

"No, I'm almost there" he says sounding more like a child than a man. He digs the shovel deeper into the ground. The metal on metal makes a small clanking noise.

Emma grabs him from behind again "Come on!"

"No, I'm so close" he hisses, the rain beating off his dirty black jacket now. He pushes Emma off of him as he bends down the mud pooling around his body. He digs with his hands deeper into the soft ground. His fingers are on material now, soft and natural, and not of this world.

Thunder rumbles loudly, blocking out any other sound as a lightning bolt hits the ground between them. The lightning had been almost on top of Baelfire's feet as he pulls the dagger out the ground. It knocks Emma backwards and Baelfire off his feet completely. The lightning radiates through him as he hits the ground hard. His world goes black. The dagger falls out his hand. A small bit of blue smoke frizzles off Bae's black boots.

Emma gains her bearings and looks over at him. Baelfire looked asleep, the rain bouncing off his clothes, his hair damp and wet circles his face, and then she realizes he's not moving. Five feet feels like a world away as she starts to crawl towards him. "Ace!" she coos at him, rain in her eyes mixes with tears, digging her hands into the dirt, her blue jeans soiled and she can't get to him fast enough.

Rumplestiltskin's dagger lay on the ground next to the unconscious man.

Baelfire's final breath leaves his body.