It was an awkwardly silent car ride over to the cabin with Belle and Lily sitting in the back seat of the RAV-4 and Rumple in the front passenger seat. Since it was only a fifteen minute drive over to the cabin from the town the drive wasn't as bad as it seemed. Henry pulled into the driveway and parked right behind the Cadillac which was still there untouched. As soon as Henry parked the car the whole family unloaded from the one vehicle and quickly made their way to the other. While Belle and Lily got into the Cadillac, Rumple fell behind to talk to Henry.

"I have something to give you," said Rumple as he reached inside his suit jacket.

"Really, grandpa you don't have to give me anything," blushed Henry. When Rumple pulled out the Author's pen, Henry realized the importance of the exchange.

"I shouldn't hold on to this," insisted Rumple as he handed over Excalibur to Henry. Henry gratefully took the pen from his grandfather and stared at it. He looked over the utensil one last time and with his two hands swiftly snapped the pen in two.

"No one should have this much power," decided Henry seriously. Pleased with Henry's wise decision, Gold gave a nod of his head and an approving smile.

"You're a good man, Henry. You're father would be very proud of you. I know I am."

"Thanks grandpa."

"It must not have been an easy decision for you… trusting me with that pen. I apologize for putting you in that position."

"You did what you had to do and I had to do what I thought was right."

"Well, you were right to be skeptical of me. Your father always was. I suppose it runs in the family."

Henry nodded and smiled in agreement and replied as he backed away to his car, "I'll meet you by the town line."

… …

By the time the Gold family arrived everyone from back at the Flower Shop had already assembled by the town line to send the family off properly. Belle got out and greeted both of her parents with hugs. Lily got out of the car and heard as she passed her mother and grandmother's heartfelt dialogue.

"Don't be away from us too long," Mary said dotingly as she caressed her daughter's arm.

"We won't Mary, I mean… Mama," said Belle as she hugged her mother, wishing her a temporary farewell.

As Ruby, Archie and Leroy came over to say their pardons to Belle Lily walked over to Neal, Emma, David and Mary-Margaret who appeared to be engaged in a conversation of their own. While the David, Mary-Margaret and Emma were talking with Henry and Killian, Lily approached Neal hesitantly. "I, uh… I'm sorry for what I did to you earlier. I really thought that you were in danger. I hope that we can still be friends?" hoped Lily as she extended a friendly hand to the young boy.

"How can we be friends?" Neal said coldly. "I barely even know you."

"But," started out Lily who was clearly confused by Neal's standoff reaction to her, "we are friends, or er… at least, we were friends. In my dream we were friends." Lily tried to explain to Neal, but Neal was still very apprehensive of her and nothing she was saying to him made any sense.

"If it was a dream then it was only a dream. It never really happened. We are not friends," clarified Neal as he started to back away from the little girl, wanting nothing to deal with her. When Neal turned his back on Lily she called after him, "We have to be friends because friends know each other's secrets."

"I don't know any of yours," pointed out Neal from over his shoulder.

"Well, I-I know how you got your name! And I know the big secret you don't want to tell your parents."

The insinuation was enough for Neal to pause in his tracks and turn around to face her. "If you were truly my friend you would never tell it. Not that you could prove it. There's no more magic in Storybrooke."

"We'll see about that. I'll find proof. We're gonna be friends. Just you wait. You'll see," Lily threatened Neal.

"Friendship is not something you force to happen it just… does. And… just in case you didn't know, threatening to share people's secrets is not how you make friends," stated Neal as he turned his back on Lily for the last time. Saddened, Lily walked away from Neal and went back to her grandparents to say goodbye. Neal walked over to stand in front of his mother who draped her two arms over her son's shoulders as they listened to Emma, Killian and Henry talk about the anticipated move-in to Storybrooke.

"So are you guys ready for our new arrival?" David asked apprehensively to the rest of the group.

"With magic gone the Dark One shouldn't pose as a threat anymore," reasoned Killian as he looked suspiciously over his shoulder at Mr. Gold.

"He's not The Dark One anymore," corrected Henry. "His methods for doing things in the past may have been questionable, but now that he's no longer cursed I believe that his intentions have also changed. I think his propensity for good is the new norm for him. So I wouldn't worry so much about it." Henry looked around at his family and saw an unsettling unease amongst their faces and replied, "If it will put your minds at ease, I'll keep an eye out on him."

"Sorry if we don't share the same optimism as you do mate, but we've known your grandfather for a long time. You don't know him like we do," retorted Killian.

"Yeah, but you should know more so than anybody what he was like before the curse," pointed out Henry to Killian.

"There is the matter of what Belle said to us earlier… sending us on a wild goose-chase," started Emma.

"What about Belle?" Mary-Margaret wondered.

"You didn't notice how she conveniently omitted the fact how Lily and Morgan are the same person? Why would she neglect to mention that?" asked Emma skeptically.

"Well, maybe it's like what Regina had said. She was afraid that we'd hunt after her daughter instead of just simply searching for her. I mean, when we assemble a search party we do carry quite the motley crew," excused Mary-Margaret.

"Or mob… depending on how you look at it," contributed David.

"Exactly," concluded Mary-Margaret.

"Lily… is certainly different…," started out Henry as he thought about a question he needed to ask the little girl, leaving the group with an incomplete thought. He left the group and walked over to Regina and Robin who were in the middle of a conversation of their own with Mr. Gold and Lily.

"It's going to be interesting to see you walk the streets of Storybrooke again," mentioned Regina to Gold. "I mean, things have certainly changed while you were away."

"I'll say. I don't have to walk around with a cane anymore," agreed Mr. Gold.

"And you're fine with retirement?" asked Robin doubtfully. "Forgive me for saying this, but you don't seem like the kind of person who would enjoy sitting at home to knit all day."

"On the contrary," said Rumple as he brought his daughter in close for a sideways hug, "I was quite the spinner in another life. I know that it seems like a simple and obsolete occupation, but there's more to the activity than what meets the eye. It takes a lot of patience and time to craft something as intricate as the shirt you wear on your back. Spinning, I find, is very similar to making contracts. It's all in the details. A simple stringing together of letters turns into words. Words then become sewn and strung together to create a thought. And then those thoughts are woven together into a body of passage explaining with precise detail your original idea. I suppose that's why I find spinning so incredibly soothing. It grounds me on the simplicity of things."

"You could say that again," remarked Regina jokingly over Mr. Gold's verbose explanation.

Embarrassed, Robin admitted as he remembered, "I suppose that would explain all the spinning wheels I saw in your castle back in the Enchanted Forest."

"Well, we're not in the Enchanted Forest anymore. Magic finally no longer exists in Storybrooke," said Regina definitively, inserting her comment into the conversation as they all glanced at the red line dividing Storybrooke from the Real World. While giving Regina a confident and knowing grin, Gold replied, "That still remains to be seen."

Regina gave Gold a sideways glance. She knew her old associate well and even after all this time apart she knew that he had something planned with that loaded statement. She couldn't say for certain what it was to call him out on her suspicions, but she knew there was something there. Truthfully, she was glad for the intrigue he was bringing back into town. So with slight excitement, she recognized his mischievousness and acknowledged him with a sly smile, "As irritating as you were when you were here, I'm actually glad that you're moving back. This town was getting way too boring without you." Regina turned around and saw Henry, Emma and Killian coming over their way to speak with Gold.

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you," said Gold simply, trying to redirect her suspicions, "but I'm afraid you'll have to search for your entertainment elsewhere. Without magic I am just a dull father with no intentions of doing anything eccentric with my time except to be with my family."

"Now that I highly doubt," Regina said skeptically, seeing through his ruse. There was always an ulterior motive with Rumplestiltskin; plans within plans. As she thought about his comment some more, the validity of the statement gave her pause. With his curse gone were his power-hungry habits gone as well? Regina postulated about it but there was no way she could be certain. As Henry, Killian and Emma made their final approach, Regina finished their conversation with her final remarks, "See you when you move back. Welcome home."

Gold gave Regina a nod and both Robin and Regina left the talking circle.

"Mr. Gold…," Killian said almost mockingly as he stopped right in front of him and his daughter. "It still doesn't have the same ring as 'Crocodile' or 'Dark One'."

Knowing that none of those adjectives were true, Gold replied shortly, "No. It doesn't." There was something about Killian Jones that Gold still found threatening. Perhaps it was the strange coincidence that wherever he was, so was his unhappiness. Or perhaps, it was the mere fact that he was still alive, when he should have killed him years ago. Mr. Gold kept his guard up and held his daughter protectively close, not because he felt the need to protect her but because he felt the need to protect himself from stepping forward to his old enemy and doing something he'd soon regret.

For the same reasons that Lily stood next to him, Emma stood just as close to Killian to moderate and the dialogue that was happening between the two. Henry encompassed the group and then stood on the side closer to his grandfather. The person he wanted to talk to was Lily and she was in her father's arms. So Henry stood by patiently waiting for the conversation between the two old rivals to end before he could insert himself into the conversation.

Unexpectedly, Killian said boldly, "I apologize for all that's transpired between us. As a family man now, I can see that my actions back then were… crude."

"Well that's something I never expected," remarked Gold as he caught a glimpse at both Emma and Killian's wedding bands. "Who'd have thought that married life would soften you?"

Killian winced at the comment and glanced over at Emma who was standing right next to him. While keeping his right hand free he reached for Emma's with his left and their hands clasped together. It was Gold, after all, who had given Killian's hand back to signify that he was a changed man. He looked back over at Gold and extended a congenial hand over to shake. It took a lot for Killian Jones to extend his hand to the Crocodile that once bit it, so it was a monumental gesture to have offered it to his formal enemy.

"Love," corrected Killian, "I believe, has softened us both."

Gold stared down at Killian's hand tentatively and then up at the Pirate. He could see the falsehood behind the Pirate's eye and knew with family hovering around them that he was simply putting on a performance. Gold still didn't trust the man, just as he was sure that Killian still didn't trust him. If anything, by shaking the hand it was an unspoken understanding that they were agreeing to not trust each other. It was a step though. A very small but necessary step if they were to at least tolerate each other's existence whilst living together in the same town again.

Without breaking eye-contact with each other, Gold took Killian's hand firmly. It was quick, but their hands shook only once before immediately separating from each other.

"Woah! I… I can't believe my eyes," observed Belle with utter astonishment as she walked over to their group in time to see them shake hands. "Did I just see you guys shaking hands?"

"You can believe what you saw. Two changed men finding common ground. It wasn't an illusion," confirmed Gold as he put on his plastic smile.

"And speaking of illusions…" interrupted Henry as he redirected the conversation back over to him. He turned to Lily and said almost apprehensively to her, "Now that… uh, magic is officially gone from Storybrooke… I guess it seems kind of pointless to ask, but… you wouldn't happen to still have Cogsworth with you, do you?"

Lily looked up to Henry and said, "I buried it."

"You buried it? Why? Where?" Emma asked.

"Mary… I mean, grandma and I were playing a game and we decided to bury the treasure… Cogsworth," stated Lily as she released herself from her father's grasp to look around the road recognizing a particular tree, "…around here actually."

Lily left the group and the rest of her family followed. Just off the road and across the red line Lily came to the familiar fallen tree. She went immediately to the hole by the tree's uplifted roots and started digging. In no time at all, she unearthed the timepiece and revealed it to the rest of her family. Henry stepped forward to her and politely asked as he reached for it, "May I?"

Seeing that she had no need for the enchanted item anymore, she handed the pocket-watch over to her nephew and said, "Sure."

With the watch in hand, Henry led his family back to the road where the rest of the group remained. Along the way, Henry couldn't help but stare at the item.

As Henry approached his grandparents, Mary-Margaret took the words right out of his mouth, "Does it still work?"

"I don't know," thought Henry out loud as he continued to wipe the remaining dirt away from the object's hinges. Belle, Mr. Gold, Emma, Killian and Lily all followed after Henry to the road to show to the rest of the group.

"I suppose it could still work," mentioned Belle. "When I performed the spell, I-I only imagined Storybrooke and all its citizens without magic."

"And if Cogsworth was beyond Storybrooke's enchanted borders when Belle performed the spell, then it could very well still possess magic," speculated Mr. Gold out loud to the rest of the group.

"I suppose there's only one way to find out…," said Henry as he held the watch out in front of him. "Cogsworth, take me to my Pawn Shop."

In an orange cloud Henry disappeared from the group. The rest of the group gasped in excited unison as they stared at Henry's void in awe, realizing at once what that meant for the town.

"It works!" said one person.

"We can go home!" said another.

"But this is home," said Mary Poppins. Everyone in the group turned to look at her in response. "At least I know that it's home to me." Mary looked over at her daughter and asked, "Will I see you when you come home?"

"You will," answered Belle with heartfelt smile. Home. Storybrooke. Storybrooke was their home now.

Mary and Maurice turned away from the rest of the group and got into Maurice's car. Everyone else followed suit and did the same and got into their respective vehicles. They all left Mr. Gold, Belle and Lily by the town line and they watched as they all drove away to meet Henry back in town. Seeing that their farewell party had left them, Belle walked their daughter back to the Cadillac. Gold remained still on the road and watched as the last car drove away out of sight.

"Are you coming?" Belle asked checking in with her husband who appeared entranced by the road leading back to Storybrooke.

"I'll be there in a moment," he called back to Belle. "I think I dropped my wallet over where Lily found Cogsworth. You two get settled in the car. I'll be right back."

Gold didn't walk too far from the road when he came by the familiar tree stump. What were the chances that where Cogsworth was once buried another valuable object also laid protected close by? He crossed the red line and pulled out from within the pile of leaves the charmed necklace. He smiled gleefully over the discovery and pocketed the jewelry. When he made his way back over to the car he walked towards the back of the trunk. With one hand he held the necklace inside his coat pocket and with the other waved his hand over the Cadillac's trunk. Without touching the vehicle the trunk instantly popped open and then raised itself for him. Gold chuckled to himself over the new discovery and pulled the jewelry back out of his pocket to inspect it further.

"If we leave now, Rumple, we can miss Boston's afternoon traffic," called out his wife from within the car.

"I'm coming," called back Mr. Gold as he took a work briefcase that was in the back of his trunk and opened it up. He placed the necklace inside a hidden compartment of the briefcase and then immediately closed it. As soon as he shut the trunk's door, he walked around to the driver's side door and entered the car. When he sat down, he said to the rest of his family with joyful relief, "Let's go home."

The family crossed the town line and then drove the long journey back to New York. There was a lot to prepare for in their move back to Storybrooke and it was only a matter of time before magic was reintroduced into their lives again.

~The End~