A/N: Okay. Since it's Christmas and I feel so guilty for the really long wait, I've decided to update these next two chapters together as a gift. I'm sorry for the wait, senior year is crazy, you know? And right after Hunchback of Notre Dame, we started our musical which is Mary Poppins. I have twelve costume changes this year. Omg! Anyways, here's the two new chapters. Love you! Merry Christmas! Mwah!

"What are you doing?" Belle asked as she stepped out into the shop from the back, joining Mr. Gold.

"A locater spell." He answered as he held a closed small potion bottle over the shawl that once belonged to his son.

"You've found a way to track him here?" She wondered, excitedly.

"I've used this spell many times before. It's just that now...I've finally brought myself to using it to find my Bae."

"Now? But why-"

"-have I waited so long?" She nodded. "The last time I saw my son, he called me a coward, because I let him go."

There was a pause as she stepped just a little closer to him. "You're afraid."

"I'm not afraid of anything." He said through cold, gritted teeth. He saw her look of anger, sadness, and fear as he said that and he calmed down. "I'm just wondering if he'd even want to talk to me. I haven't wanted to know the answer to that question for a long time." He turned and looked at the bottle in his hand before slowly taking the cork out. "I guess I'm finally ready to find out." He took a deep breath, pouring the liquid onto the shawl.

Belle watched in amazement as it lifted itself off of the counter and headed towards the exit, the two following the floating object.

They walked after it down the street as it turned into the outdoor seating area at Granny's and floated onward to the front door that lead into the diner. It stopped, landing on the doorknob outside. When Rumple and Belle caught up to it, he took it from the handle and entered the restaurant, overwhelmed by the massive crowd of people gathered there for breakfast.

David, Henry, and Olivia sat at one table near the entrance and David stood with Olivia in his arms as he noticed the presence of the two arrivals.

"Have you met our pirate crew yet?" Charming asked, not too thrilled to say it.

"We're not here for pleasantries." Rumple sneered.

"We're looking for his son." Belle said, trying her hardest not to scold him for his nasty attitude.

"I don't understand. The potion should have worked." The imp said angrily to Belle.

"What potion?" David wondered.

"A uh- locater potion?" Belle answered, unsure if that was exactly right or not. "He poured it onto this shawl that once belonged to his son, but it mustn't work."

"It does." The prince answered. "I've seen it work. When you let me use it to find the Mad Hatter, it worked. If that says that your son is here, then he is."

"I don't see Baelfire anywhere." Gold said quietly.

"Did you say 'Baelfire?'" Charming asked awkwardly.

"I did."

David sighed, remembering that name from finding Regina at The Rabbit Hole a few nights before. He had also been called 'Neal.'

"Your son is Baelfire?"

"Yes." Rumple was getting annoyed. "I just said that."

David put his head down and closed his eyes for a moment, confusing the two standing there. When he looked up he told them, "Your son is here. Only, he doesn't go by Baelfire anymore. His name is Neal and he's come here on the pirate ship that just arrived under the control of Killian Jones. They've come here to escape Neverland, apparently."

Mr. Gold grew furious when he heard that his son had been with the man that stole Milah from him years ago. But he grew weary upon hearing that they had escaped from Neverland, a place where he himself, would never go.

"There is one more thing, too." David said after setting Olivia back down in her carseat across from Henry.

"What?" Belle wondered.

David looked at how close they were standing to the table he and Henry were sitting at before looking around the diner to find a good place to go. The first place he thought of was the closest door, the exit.

He lead them out for just a minute and made sure no one was around before finishing what he had started to say.

"He's Henry's father."

"Who is?" Gold asked, almost angrily.

"Neal."

"Baelfire?" Belle asked to reassure herself as well as Rumple.

"That's not possible." The Dark One said upon seeing Charming's nod.

"Apparently it is."

"Who told you that?" The powerful man asked, convinced it was a lie or, hopefully, a misunderstanding.

"Emma."

"She's lying."

Belle grew nervous hearing that familiar tone return in his voice.

"No. She's not."

"And how do you know she's not?" The beast, slowly growing more vicious.

"Because. When she told me...I had never seen her so terrified before."

"Terrified?" Belle jumped back in.

"Yes."

"What do you mean 'terrified?'" She wondered.

"Terrified at Neal finding out...or worse, Henry."

"Wait." Gold said calmly, pointing a finger at David as if accusing him of something. "So you mean to tell me...that he knew your daughter years before she came to Storybrooke?" He paused. "And Henry's my grandson?"

"Apparently." Charming answered, rubbing his chin with his right hand as his left rested on his hip.

Rumple put his arm down and took one step back as his face relaxed from a scowl to a look of shock and sorrow as he looked down at the ground. "Al-all this time." He whispered to himself.

Suddenly, realizing he had let his guard down for too long, Rumple looked up at David and turned to weakly smile at Belle before turning to look back to Charming once more.

"They came from Neverland, you said?"

"Yes, but we've no idea why they-" David didn't finish his statement as Gold put a hand up to silence him.

"I think I may have one, but first...I need to speak with my son."

David felt a weight lifted off his shoulders as he followed Belle and Rumple back inside. The Dark One was to catch up with his son and David wouldn't have to ask Regina to learn more information from the pirates.

"Wait. One more thing." David said, just before Mr. Gold opened the door back into the diner. The couple turned to look at him. "Don't tell him about Henry. Or vice versa. I think it'd be best for Emma to tell them."

Both hesitantly nodded before resuming their entrance into Granny's Bed and Breakfast.

"Emma? What's wrong?"

"What? Nothing!" The blonde jumped, nearly choking on the spoon she had in her mouth as her mother entered the kitchen abruptly, unannounced.

"Where are Henry and Olivia? I thought David needed you to watch them last night."

"Only for about an hour. He came and picked them back up around nine and they stayed with him at Granny's."

"Still hasn't found an apartment?"

"No. And I feel his pain."

There was a brief moment of silence as Mary Margaret thought of how she'd feel living alone again. "You're thinking about moving?"

"Well...It doesn't exactly look right being a 31 year old who still lives with her mom." Emma put her empty bowl and spoon in the sink and returned to leaning against the counter on her elbows across from her mother.

"But you only just got here. And I'm not that much older than you. It's more like living with a friend."

"Yeah, but that's just as pathetic."

Immediately, Emma wanted to take that back as she saw the look on Snow's face.

"I'm sorry. I just-"

"What's really wrong, Emma?"

"How'd your date go last night? Who was it with anyway?"

"Don't change the subject." Snow said, avoiding Emma's question as well.

Emma sighed and closed her eyes before hesitating to answer. "It's Henry's father."

Unsure of the significance, Snow just stared at her daughter, puzzled.

"He's here."

"In Storybrooke?" Mary Margaret asked, astounded.

"No. In the apartment." The blonde answered sarcastically. "Yes! In Storybrooke." Snow White was in shock and she looked down at the counter in between them. Emma thought out loud, "Geez! David said the same thing when I told him."

This immediately got Snow's attention and she looked back up to Emma. "Wait! You told your father first?" She started to feel a little forgotten. The way she felt when David Nolan chose Kathryn over her a few years ago.

Emma's eyes now flicked to her mother's, the look of guilt and shame shown in them. "I should go. I-"

"Wait!" Mary Margaret stopped Emma from moving as the Savior stood up straight. "Who is he?"

"What? Who?"

"Henry's father. Who is he?"

Emma answered calmly. "You didn't answer me when I asked you that question. So why should I answer you?" She started for the hook near the door and grabbed her coat, Snow keeping her back to her and staring at the counter again.

"I didn't tell you, because I didn't want you to judge me." Mary Margaret answered before turning to see Emma freeze with one arm in her coat, staring at her.

"How could I possibly judge you? My dad is Prince Charming and he divorced Snow White, my mother, to raise his baby with the Evil Queen who's tried killing me and both my parents...as well as succeeding at poisoning our son."

"That may be true Emma, but all this time-" Snow stopped herself. "It's complicated."

Emma finally finished putting her blue leather jacket on. "We're in Storybrooke. Everything's complicated."

She left and her mother just stood, staring at the door as her hand slowly reached up to hold her chest and she took a deep breath in.