Chapter Forty-Seven—"Into the Storm"

"You have Excalibur," the Blue Fairy pointed out. "And Excalibur can kill him."

For a long moment, David could do nothing but stare, unable to believe that he'd heard Blue say that. She wanted him to try to kill Rumplestiltskin? Even if the former Dark One had still been their enemy, doing so would have been next to impossible, given the amount of magic the sorcerer still had. Granted, he probably could get close without Rumplestiltskin thinking that he meant him any harm, but… Even the thought of perpetrating that sort of betrayal made David's blood run cold.

"You can't be serious," David finally managed to say, his throat growing tighter with anger by the moment.

"I'm afraid I am, Your Majesty," the fairy replied earnestly, but as apologetic as her tone tried to come off, there was nothing regretful in her expression. Nothing at all. The calculation in her eyes was too plain, too clever.

"This is insane," Snow cut in, her eyes suddenly rock hard. "Blue, I have trusted you for my entire life. I have believed in you when others told me I should not. But now you are telling me that we should betray a man who has been a loyal ally, who has risked his life more than once for our cause—and who is our grandson's other grandfather. Rumplestiltskin is family."

"Snow, you cannot allow an accident of birth to define—"

"The hell we can't," David interrupted, coming back on balance. "Family is family. And even if he wasn't, we don't betray our friends. Period."

"Even if you're right, Blue, and he is the Dark One once more, I do not believe he would willingly ally with the Black Fairy," Snow picked up where he left off. "You forget, we worked with Rumplestiltskin when he was the Dark One. We can work with him again. And we will."

Blue's eyes narrowed, and David felt his own doing the same—except for in him, the expression was borne of suspicion whereas hers obviously came from something else entirely. David wasn't sure what Blue's plan was, or what in the world she thought she might accomplish by trying to get him to kill Rumplestiltskin, but he was certain that none of this was going to turn out well. And, somehow or another, Rumplestiltskin had transitioned from irksome and dangerous ally to family. Perhaps even to a friend. Oh, they had to accept him for who he was, but David was fine with that.

"You cannot trust him. We have one chance to stop him, and—"

"There is no we, Blue." David's voice grew as sharp as Excalibur. "You already told us that you won't help us, except on your terms. And we don't accept these terms."

Rumplestiltskin supposed that he'd accept nothing less than three fae having interrupted his second attempt at a marriage proposal, so it was a good thing that four of them had shown up. He didn't know the names of many fae at all, but they didn't matter—he recognized the one that actually mattered, and it was Jhudora. She seemed to be angling for a spot as Danns' newest favorite now that Norco was dead, which probably explained why she was here. The white-haired female fae stood right outside the castle gates with a predatory smile on her face, clearly preparing to take the wards on. Rather like Norco, she had enjoyed preparing Rumplestiltskin for Danns' attentions. She wasn't quite as psychotic as Norco had been, but Jhudora was a close second, and Rumplestiltskin was willing to bet that the four fae Danns had sent with her were the same type. If they got into the castle, if they got to his family, Rumplestiltskin knew that Belle, Bae, and Emma would be treated the same way he had been, or worse. Only Henry would survive, and that was only because Danns could not chance the Heart of the Truest Believer transitioning to an unknown individual.

And if he'd had no ability to use his magic, these four fae would have had an easy time of breaking into his castle and delivering him back to Danns. So, far as Jhudora knew, her confidence was well founded. That was probably why she was laughing when Rumplestiltskin stepped outside the castle's front doors, heading across the courtyard with Henry and Belle slightly behind him.

Bae and Emma stood together midway between the castle proper and the outer gates, watching as Jhudora and her three companions took on his wards. Powerful though they were, the four fae were still struggling to overcome the outer layers of defenses. Of course, many of those defenses actually predated Rumplestiltskin, given that he'd taken the Dark Castle from another dark sorcerer, who had inherited it from someone who had taken it from yet a third magic user. Perhaps the castle was older than that and the records Rumplestiltskin could find simply didn't go so far back, but either way, the layers upon layers of defenses answered only to the castle's master. Even had he not been able to perform magic and monitor the weak points the fae were exploiting, the wards would have held for days yet. Maybe longer, if these four don't get help. They're powerful, but even the fae have limits.

Rumplestiltskin smiled slightly. Part of him wanted to make a show of kicking back and relaxing, let Jhudora and her companions beat themselves into exhaustion. But was doing so worth the risk? That would probably just bring Danns here, and although he felt confident that he could take on these four—particularly with the help of Emma and the castle's defenses—he didn't feel up to duking it out with the Black Fairy. Not today. Not when he was still tired and achy, still suffering from the aftereffects of a week in Danns' care. Unless…

"Well?" Emma demanded as he stepped up beside Bae. "Now what?"

"Well, we can fight them," Rumplestiltskin said, and then smiled mischievously. "Or we can do something else."

"Such as?" the savior sounded fed up already.

"Yeah, now's not the time for you to play mystery man, Pop," Bae put in. "We kinda need answers. And to do something."

Rumplestiltskin blinked. "We?"

"I've got to embrace this magic thing sooner or later, right?" his son replied with a shrug.

"Ah, not on this one," he answered, even if he was near to bursting with pride. There had once been a time when Rumplestiltskin knew his son would have accepted nothing to do with magic, and yet here he was, volunteering to learn it here and now. Still, rushing Bae into this would be beyond foolish, and Rumplestiltskin was no fool. Nor would he risk his son like that. "You'll do more harm than good, Bae. Uncontrolled magic is dangerous."

"But—"

"The wards can handle these four," he cut him off gently. "And what they can't, Emma and I can manage just fine. You have to walk before you can run, Bae. Anything else is as likely to hurt you as it is the enemy."

An interesting expression whipped across his son's face, culminating in a somewhat crooked smile. "This isn't just you trying to protect me, is it?"

"Not just, no."

Saying that Rumplestiltskin wouldn't give anything to keep his son safe would have been a straight out lie, but in this case, there was at least he had logic to back him up, along with years of experience teaching magic. He wasn't going to rush Baelfire into learning magic—no matter how he'd thrown Regina off the deep end (more than once) and used the trial-by-fire method of teaching for her, Bae wasn't the type to learn that way. And he wouldn't have thrown Regina into a fight like this, either, not this early on and certainly not into a battle against the fae. Bae didn't look happy with his father, but at least he didn't seem to disbelieve him…and that meant they really had come a long way. Finally, Baelfire shrugged and stepped back.

"Okay. Guess it's your show, then," he said to Rumplestiltskin and Emma, taking Henry by the shoulder and moving a dozen feet away from the two sorcerers. Belle joined the pair after giving Rumplestiltskin a nod and a slight smile. Did she realize that he'd been about to ask her to marry him? This was no time to wonder.

The savior, of course, glared at him, although her expression seemed to hold little actual rancor. "Why do I always wind up fighting with you when I'd rather punch you in the face?" she asked conversationally.

"Believe me, the feeling is sometimes mutual," he muttered, but felt a smile quirking at his lips.

"Only sometimes?" Emma shot back.

"I'm well known for my patience," Rumplestiltskin assured her, but their verbal sparring was interrupted by Jhudora before Emma could reply.

"Are you going to talk all day, Rumplestiltskin, or are you too much of a coward to come out and face us?" the fae demanded, her eyes glowing silver and vicious.

At least they'd stopped calling him Merlin. That had to count for something.

"If I thought you were much of a conversationalist, dearie, I'd invite you up for tea," he replied, pitching his voice high enough to be heard over the wind her stirring magic was starting to create. "But I know you're not much for words—though I wonder, is that a lack of intelligence, or just a small vocabulary?"

A wave of furious magic slammed into his wards, and Rumplestiltskin felt the power tingle up his spine. It couldn't hurt him, not like this, but he'd still feel every blow. In his current condition, he probably shouldn't allow such things to continue for too long. Did Jhudora guess that? She should. Rumplestiltskin had slipped on a slight glamour after walking out of his castle, and had done it in a place that he knew a clever fae would spot him doing so. Of course, they could be pardoned for thinking that he pulled up that glamour to hide a multitude of weaknesses. Maybe he had, a little. Rumplestiltskin was still weaker than he wanted to be, drained of strength and with his magic still raging against having been caged. But he mostly pulled it up to distract them.

"You'll not be so flippant when I deliver you back to my lady!" Jhudora shouted furiously.

Norco had been more playful and much more controlled. Jhudora was a creature of passion and rage, not unlike Regina had been, but also not the type who Danns would tolerate as her right hand for long. This was a test, then, for both Jhudora and Rumplestiltskin. If Jhudora could take him, she'd earned her place. If he could destroy her, he was indeed that which Danns both hoped and feared he would become. "Why limit yourself when you could be extraordinary?" Danns had asked him. "You are now an original power, Rumplestiltskin. You are the first human to possess that power in over fifteen hundred years. Will you waste it in years of torment when you know I will win in the end?" Yes, she was testing both of them. But why show his hand so soon?

Perhaps he could sidestep this game entirely. Had he not spotted the third "fae" standing behind Jhudora, perhaps Rumplestiltskin would not have decided on this course of action, but that was Maleficent smiling back there, still wearing that absurd horned headdress that she liked so much. Could she be trusted to pick up the hint if he put it down? Maleficent had always been clever, but they'd never been friends. Rumplestiltskin wasn't quite sure she'd do what he wanted…but even if she didn't, the gamble he'd just decided upon wouldn't cost him much. He'd just have to kill Jhudora and the others later instead—and the sudden vision that flashed in front of his eyes, the pair of possibilities hovering before him, told Rumplestiltskin that probably wouldn't be necessary. Not today.

"Come back when you can break through my wards, and then we'll talk," he told the fae with a derisive snort, reaching out with a cautious touch of magic to make sure they were still holding firm. Jhudora had destroyed the outermost—and weakest—layer, and Maleficent appeared to have picked apart a second one with the help of the female fae to her right, but the hundreds of other layers and levels of protections remained intact.

"Come out here and face me!" the fae howled in response.

"No."

"What?" she snarled. "You coward! You—"

"Come and make me, dearie," Rumplestiltskin waved a hand flippantly at his castle, smiling the smile he knew got under people's skin and singing out the next words as he turned away: "I'll be waiting."

He didn't say another word until he was back in the castle, and certainly didn't pay any mind to Jhudora's screeches of protest. The fae was mortally offended by the way he'd just up and decided to ignore her; the furious noises coming from outside the gates made that perfectly clear. That, in turn, told Rumplestiltskin that he had done the right thing—oh, he could jump into the fight she was picking, but why bother? Why play into Jhudora's hands? No, he had a better way to do this, and even if Maleficent didn't do her part as well as Rumplestiltskin had Seen she would, he had nothing to lose.

"You're certifiable, you know that?" Emma said after the heavy doors slammed shut behind them, sealing with magic.

Rumplestiltskin chuckled, feeling the wards shimmer and twitch as the fae attacked them once more. The pressure was building, but it wasn't even painful. Yet. "You're not the first who's told me that."

"Too bad it doesn't stop you," she grumbled, exchanging a look with Bae.

"What are we going to do about the fae, Rumple?" Belle spoke up, and he reached out to take her hand, his smile turning less predatory just from looking at her. As always, Rumplestiltskin felt Belle's mere presence softening him, felt his heart filling with love for her.

"We're going to leave them there," he answered simply. "Let them beat themselves against the defenses. Sooner or later, they'll leave."

"You sure about that?" Bae asked skeptically.

"More or less."

"What happens if they don't?" Henry wondered.

How was it that his grandson could also make him soften so? Rumplestiltskin was quite certain that it had something to do with his curse having been broken, but his soul was stained enough that the fact that Henry could have such an effect on him still amazed Rumplestiltskin.

"They will," he promised. And if they don't, we'll deal with them."

Henry's grin was brilliant. "Okay."

"Are you going to be my mama?" a small voice asked moments after Regina stepped into her boudoir in the Charmings' castle.

She'd turned the private room over to Roland shortly after they'd arrived, letting Robin make it into a playroom of sorts for his almost five year old son. After all, Regina could claim plenty of space as the Dowager Queen she was now styled as, and Robin's rooms were right next to hers. A quiet reminder to Snow and Charming that Robin technically was Earl of Locksley accomplished that little miracle, and although she'd been expecting to find Robin and Roland in her boudoir when she arrived, Regina certainly hadn't expected a question like this.

"Oh, um, sweetie…" Regina gulped, and then managed to continue: "That's a complicated question."

Robin looked up at her innocently from where he'd been sitting next to his son on the floor. "I don't know. It sounds pretty simple to me."

"You're not helping." She snapped at him out of habit, but softened her annoyance with a smile.

"I'll admit that I wasn't trying to," he grinned back, but Roland only looked the pair of them in confusion.

"Papa?" the child asked innocently, and Robin mussed his hair affectionately.

"Don't worry about it, munchkin," he said. "Regina and I'll talk about the answer to your question, and then we'll talk to you, all right?"

Roland nodded solemnly. "All right." Then he turned a sunny smile on Regina. "I like you a lot. So does Papa."

"I like you both, too," Regina replied, unable to stop herself from melting a little inside.

How was it that, despite all the evil she had done in her life, she had somehow found something like home with this outlaw and his adorable child? Sometimes Regina thought back on the life she might have had if she'd been brave enough to meet Robin that night Tink had shown him to her, but other times she thought things had turned out exactly how they were supposed to be. If she hadn't run from him then, she wouldn't have cast the curse, wouldn't have adopted Henry, and although then Roland might be her child, where would Henry be?

"I missed you," Roland interrupted her thoughts, and Regina bent to pick him up, wrapping her arms around the boy.

"You know what?" she asked, meeting his smile with her own. "I missed you, too."

"Good," Roland replied with another nod. "That's good."

"We're wasting our time," Maleficent told Jhudora, knowing that the fae wouldn't listen, not yet, anyway. But when Jhudora—or one of the others—came to her senses, she would remember that Maleficent had said it first. They were fair in their own way, the fae, and more so than the fairies Maleficent had left so long ago. Ruthlessly so, actually, which meant the others would remember who had been right.

"Don't be ridiculous," the white-haired fae snapped. "No wards can hold forever. It's only a matter of time."

"And a matter of the power you are capable of bringing to bear against them," she pointed out with an eloquent shrug. "And I think it would take many more of us much more time than we have to break through the wards assembled by an original power."

Vidia spoke up in response to that: "Our Lady does not think Rumplestiltskin has fully harnessed the powers available to him yet."

"Then she's wrong." Three heads snapped around to stare at Maleficent, who just shrugged again. She'd made her reputation amongst the fae by not caring what others thought of her—except Vidia, who would forgive her this—so she only smiled thinly at their shock. "I've known Rumplestiltskin since shortly after he became the Dark One. He is not like his predecessors, and I suspect that he was subconsciously accessing the power all along."

"That's impossible," Jhudora said immediately.

"I doubt it," she purred. "A man who could take on that curse, and then continue to love his son after doing so, so much that he tore a world apart to get back to him…well, now that's the kind of man who has thoroughly embraced whatever power is available to him, whenever it is available. We won't break through his wards. Not like this."

"Shut up and do your part."

"Oh, gladly," Maleficent smiled widely. This silly attempt was going to fail, but she was perfectly all right with that. Returning in disgrace would only humiliate Jhudora and undermine her standing with the Black Fairy, and Maleficent would gleefully watch that happen. Her original mission in infiltrating the fae had been to feed Regina and the others information about what the enemy was up to, but if she could start fracturing them from the inside…well, that was just a bonus, wasn't it?

Truth be told, Maleficent had wondered more than once in the beginning if she might decide that she liked being with the fae and be tempted to swap sides despite her friendship with Regina. But after living with them for a few weeks, Maleficent found herself reminded of everything she'd hated about being a fairy. Yet again, she lived within a hierarchy that demanded she act this way and not that way, that she love only certain people and hate others. Maleficent had split with Blue and the rest because they would not let her be herself. She had found quickly that the fae were no better than her own original sisters, so why should she care if Jhudora and the others failed? Vidia was the only fae she gave a fig for, and Maleficent was already planning on how to keep her lover safe. Vidia might not thank her for it…but Maleficent was starting to think that Vidia might not mind so much, either.

The idea of sitting down to lunch when there were fae beating at the castle's wards was more than a little surreal, even for a man who was the son of the former Dark One. Bae had seen a lot of strange things in his life, between his dad taking on that curse, living in Neverland for a couple of centuries, growing up in the Land Without Magic, and the last year-plus of war, but this really did take the cake. By now, four hours after the fae had first shown up, Bae could feel the castle starting to quiver ever so slightly—but that was wrong. Like it or not, he could feel the wards around the castle, the magic permeating every wall and each individual stone…and he could feel them shaking ever so slightly. It was like they were bending, bouncing back, and then bending again.

The feeling was enough to take Bae's breath away. Had using just that little bit of magic to help his father opened up his senses so much? Yeah, he'd felt magic a few times, more recently than ever before, but it had never been like this. Using magic was very different than feeling it, and Bae now understood why Emma was starting to enjoy magic so much. It was…not quite addictive, but the feeling certainly was heady. Extraordinary. And for the first time, Bae really understood why his father would never be able to let magic go.

Man, I really wish I could go back in time and tell myself all of this, he thought. It would probably save us both a lot of pain and discontent.

Speaking of which, was his father starting to twitch when particularly hard blows came against the wards? Bae wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"Are they gone yet?" Henry asked, his mouth full of turkey.

"No," Emma replied, annoyance clear in her voice. Then she looked at Bae. "Is it just me, or is this about as weird as it comes?"

"No, it's not just you," he replied with a grin. "But hey, we've done weird before, right?"

"Dragons and demons and chimeras, oh my?" she said wryly.

Bae laughed. Damn, he loved this woman, loved the way her crooked sense of humor complimented his own. "Something like that, yeah."

"Do you ever think that this has to be some wacked out dream, and we're all really still back in Storybrooke—or worse yet, sleeping in the bug? That we'll wake up and steal some Twinkies from yet another convenience store, with me pretending to be pregnant to distract them so you can grab the good stuff?"

"You robbed convenience stores?" Of course, Henry jumped on that comment immediately, and Bae could see Emma mentally kicking herself.

"It's a long story, bud," he answered with a sigh, and then exchanged a glance with his own father. "I guess crappy decision making runs in the family, huh?"

Rumplestiltskin quirked a smile. "I don't know. I think you're doing all right."

"What are you—oh." Bae felt his face go hot when his father threw a significant glance Emma's way. "Shut up."

"I didn't say anything," his father replied innocently.

"Am I missing something?" Henry asked, making Belle snort out a giggle. "Oh. Wait. Grandpa means Mom. That's so cool."

Emma glared. "You three are way too much alike. I swear that I'm gonna—"

Thud.

The dull noise filled the great hall, vibrating through the air and in Bae's very bones. The wards shimmered under the blow, reverberating like a hammer striking rubber. They bounced back, of course, but this time Bae didn't miss the way his father flinched. The first few times had been slight, but this time it was noticeable—and then the blow after that one sent an even louder thud echoing through the castle. Rumplestiltskin twitched hard.

"You're feeling that, aren't you, Papa?" he asked, watching the color fading out of his father's face.

"The wards are my magic," Rumplestiltskin replied with a strained shrug. "Or at least most of them are. If I was…a bit less worn down, it wouldn't be a problem. As is, I can't block it out."

"It's hurting you, isn't it?" Belle put a hand on his arm as she spoke quietly, and Bae could feel the love she was radiating for his father. They really were quite extraordinary together; Belle wasn't the type that Bae would have ever expected his father to fall in love with, but man, she was good for him. Someday she'd even be his stepmother, and Bae would be very happy for that. Assuming Papa ever gets around to asking her.

"It's nothing to worry about."

The look Belle gave him spoke volumes, and Bae would have smiled if the situation were less serious. Belle didn't even have to say a word. She just raised her eyebrows and waited patiently.

"Not much," Rumplestiltskin relented before too long. "Nothing…insurmountable. The wards will hold."

"Can one of us do something about it?" Interestingly enough, Emma asked that before Bae could. Of course, he remembered what his father had said about untrained magic, but still, there had to be something he could do. Or one of them could.

"It doesn't always work that way, Emma," his father said, smiling with a surprising lack of sarcasm. "All magic comes at a price. This one is mine to pay."

"My book said you were always good at avoiding that," Henry piped up.

That made Bae's father chuckle. "So I was. I became quite adept at pushing the price off on others as the Dark One, but things are different now. I suppose…I'm different now."

"Because of Merlin's power?"

Thud. Another blow, another flinch. Bae watched his father turn still whiter, each breath growing more shallow. Yet he still managed to smile at Henry, somehow, and suddenly Bae was reminded of how his father would always smile for him when he was younger, no matter how much life beat him down. In those days, there'd rarely been much to smile for, but Rumplestiltskin had still done it for Bae. They had never had much, not when Bae was growing up, but he had never lacked for love.

"Something like that," Rumplestiltskin answered his grandson. "The greater magics have the ability to change you if you let them, Henry. And this power that I…inherited demands that I change."

"Could you have said no?" Henry wondered, and Bae watched a fascinating expression cross his father's face. Clearly, Rumplestiltskin had never so much as wondered about that himself, and now Bae found himself waiting with baited breath for the answer.

"I don't know," his father answered after a moment, his face pensive. "I never tried."

"Do you want to?"

Rumplestiltskin's pale face creased with a genuine smile, and Bae realized that his father was at peace with his choices for the first time in centuries. "No. Not for a moment."

She had not expected this, but she should have.

Danns' a'Bhàis sighed, watching her four fae trek back into their homeland—well, three fae and one renegade fairy-turned-evil sorceress, who thought she was smarter than she actually was. But they were all hers at the moment, and so was their failure. Oh, Danns had always known that Jhudora was hot-headed and short on strategy, but she had assumed that Jhudora's power—combined with that of Vidia, Maleficent, and Yara—would be enough to defeat a seriously weakened Rumplestiltskin. Even if he had been able to find someone to get the bands off, which Danns doubted he could do on such short notice, he would need healing. Healing himself would leave him still weaker, and she'd left hundreds of traps inside him. He would need weeks to free himself from her hold, and Danns did not intend to give him that long.

Yet Jhudora had failed. I should have gone myself. Jhudora had been defeated by Rumplestiltskin's wards, of all things, by the defenses of his castle without even getting into a battle with him! Oh, Vidia had told Danns that they were all certain that Rumplestiltskin had been using some sort of glamour, but Vidia had been sure that the spell had been his, whereas Jhudora had wondered if it might belong to that sorcerer-princess. Emma. Storybrooke's savior. Emma was another interesting wrinkle, one Danns had not foreseen. She'd known about the girl, of course, but she had not anticipated her alliance with Rumplestiltskin. News that Emma was the mother of Rumplestiltskin's grandson had been slow in arriving, and only now did Danns begin to contemplate the ramifications of Rumplestiltskin's family ties. He was not Merlin…and he had allegiances other than those she would choose for him.

Still, that was not the point. The point was that Rumplestiltskin had bested Jhudora, and Danns had not expected that. Not right now. Not so easily, and not after what she had done to him.

"You didn't beat him. Merlin loved you so much that he let you win. It wasn't the pain that broke him, dearie. It was you causing it."

Shaking her head, the Black Fairy pushed the words aside. She had heard them once. She did not need to hear them again. Merlin was clearly gone, and Rumplestiltskin was the opponent she had to deal with. Like it or not, the last Dark One had become an original power, and Danns still wasn't certain what type of man he was or what he would do with those powers. She had tortured him twice, stripped him down to the barest dredges of his soul, and she still didn't know him. Danns had seen him terrified, nearly broken, and yet he kept finding strength somewhere. Rumplestiltskin was an oddly resilient man for one who thought of himself as a coward.

And he was tired to these people, these humans, in ways she had not anticipated. Before, it hadn't mattered—not when she'd expected Merlin to pull the gloves off eventually and to abandon those who had once been allies and family of the man whose body she thought he inhabited. But no. Now she was only dealing with Rumplestiltskin, a man who personified contradiction. How would he use this power he had? Had he already done so, subtly used it within his wards to best Jhudora, as Maleficent seemed to believe? Maleficent knew him well enough, and even if the former fairy's motives were questionable, Danns could use her knowledge. She would have to. It was time to learn everything she could about this new opponent of hers, about this man who had somehow escaped her hold by using her own magic. Whatever else he is, he is brilliant. I must not underestimate him again, she told herself firmly.

Danns had to admit that she was fascinated. She had not expected to be interested in a mere human, not again. Merlin had been the last human who had been worth her time, and yet there was Rumplestiltskin, clever and powerful and entirely too tricky. He was subtle where Merlin had been straightforward, quiet where Merlin was loud, but it wasn't the power that drew her in. No…he was different, and she wanted to know why.

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A/N: Next up – Chapter 48: "The Third Time is…" where the Grand Council convenes and Rumplestiltskin gets frustrated beyond words by interuptions.

In the meantime, do you think that the Black Fairy is onto Maleficent? And will Robin and Regina get hitched, or is it too soon?