Chapter 1 Forgotten Child
Author's Note: OMG! Can you guys believe that season five is almost over? Holy crap! I'm pretty mad that they killed off Robin Hood. Regina worked so hard to redeem herself and now Adam and Eddy take away her love...again!
I can't tell you how excited I am to writing this story. I've had this idea for a while and now I'm finally writing it. I love writing fan fictions of my favorite fandoms, especially crossover fanfics. I already wrote one Buffy/Once crossover but this crossover I've been thinking about for a while. I wanted to post this story sooner but I wanted to wait for the right time. This takes place in season three when they come back from Neverland. They defeat Pan, Neal is alive (I miss him!) and has made up with Rumple. Emma and Neal are together and happy. But more importantly Rumple and Belle are happy. They better fix Rumbelle or there will be hell to pay!
Enjoy you guys!
Mr. Gold was behind the counter cleaning a silver tea set when he heard the bell to his shop open. He looked up and saw his son, Baelfire enter the shop along with his grandson, Henry. Rumple couldn't help but smile. He finally made amends with Bae and starting to reconnect. They still had a long way to go but they were off to a good start. He even started spending time with Henry, who was a remarkable young man. And make things even more perfect he had Belle, his True Love, by his side.
Yes, for the first time in his life, he was happy.
"Hi grandpa," Henry said, running up to the older man.
"Hello Henry," Rumple greeted the young man.
Rumple came from behind the counted and gave the boy a warm hug. Then he turned his attention toward Baelfire.
"Bae."
"Hey papa," Neal smiled, hugging his father.
"What brings you two to my shop," he asked.
Neal and Henry looked at him strangely.
"What do you mean? You invited us," Neal explained.
Now Rumple was the one that was looking at them strange.
"Why would you think that?"
"You called dad this morning. You said you wanted us to come down to the shop," Henry explained.
What the devil, Rumple thought.
"I haven't called anyone today."
"Papa, I have your voicemail right here," Neal declared.
He pulled out his phone and played the voicemail for his father.
"Bae! I need to see you and Henry to come to the shop. I'll explain when you get him," Rumple said.
"That may sound like me but it's someone else," Rumple said.
Father, son and grandson were thinking the same thing: what was going on?
"Nice little shop you got here," a voice with a New York accent called out.
They turned to see a strange man in a tacky shirt and wearing a fedora hat standing in the doorway.
"Who might you be dearie," Rumple asked the stranger.
The man cleared his throat.
"My name is Whislter and I'm the one responsible for this little family meeting" he in Rumple's voice.
He cleared his throat again.
"Cool, huh? I always wanted to try that but never had the chance," Whistler said.
He began walking around the shop like didn't have a care in the world.
"What do you want," Henry asked the man curious.
Whistler smiled at Henry and took a good look at the kid.
"You must be Henry. Wow, you have grown."
"Have we met," he asked curious.
"Not exactly," Whistler said.
"Henry, get behind me," Neal said, pushing his son behind him.
"Don't worry. I'm not here to hurt anyone. I'm just the messenger," he explained.
"Who sent you," Rumple asked.
"The Powers That Be," Whistler replied.
"Whose that," Henry asked.
"They are the ones I work for. They keep tags people they believe are important on fighting the good fight and all that. And they have been watching your family for a very long time."
"Our family? What's so special about us," Neal asked.
Whistler looked at him like he was stupid.
"Well, your father is Rumplestiltskin. I think that counts as something. Also, the kid is pretty special too. But the main reason I came here is tell you that your sister is alive," Whistler said.
Neal looked at the guy like he just grew another set of eyes.
"Okay, now I know you are nuts because I'm an only child. My parents didn't have any other children."
"You sure about that," Whistler asked.
Neal turned his father and looked away.
"Papa?"
"It's true. You had a sister. You were only a year old when she was born. That's why you don't remember her," Rumple explained.
Neal couldn't believe it. He had a sister!
"What happened to her," Neal asked.
"She was taken from her crib right after she was born. We searched everywhere but couldn't find her. After a while we assumed she was dead. I'm sorry I never told you son. It was just too painful to mention her," Rumple said sadly.
Even though Neal should have been mad at his father for keeping this from him, he also understood what he was going through. Loosing a child is a terrible thing.
"But she isn't dead. She's alive on well," Whistler pointed out.
Rumple's heart skip a beat.
"My daughter is alive," Rumple asked hopefully.
"Oh yeah! She's a beautiful young woman."
"Where is she? What's her name?" Neal asked.
"Her name is Willow Rosenberg. You guys up for a little adventure," Whistler asked.
Henry's face light up at the thought of going on an adventure his dad and grandpa to find an aunt he didn't know he had.
Author's Note: What do you think? I know it's a bit rush but I'll do better in the next chapter.